Book Retrieval

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

Running my hands over the soft velvet of her dress, down her back to the beginnings of her hips. I kissed her more deeply, coaxing her mouth open, to taste her lips.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

With a soft moan I opened my lips up to him, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on mine as I let my tongue caress his. Smoothly I slid the book onto the nearby table where it had been resting before and melted into him slightly, my hand in his hair moving to run down his neck and shoulders, then his chest as the other cupped his cheek.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

The moan off her lips and her softly clinging form against me made my heart rate jump. One hand drifted up, almost of it's own accord, to burry
itself in the thick, red masses; so vibrant and soft. My other hand continued to trace the curve of her spine, from tailbone to shoulder and back down again.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Softly, almost delicately, I traced the inside of his mouth with my tongue as I slipped a hand into the collar of his shirt to feel the skin there, the other going to curl in the fabric of the shirt on his back, careful not to tear it with my nails. HIs mouth was skilled and sweet and I had a feeling so was mine, starting to gain the experience I had only read about before coming to the City. The fire in my blood had ignited again and was burning slightly through my veins, bringing warmth to my skin and making it sensitive to his every caress.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

Her mouth against mine was soft and warm, gently, but sure. When her hand slipped inside my shirt I curled the fingers af my hand at her back carefully into the lacings of her dress. Deftly I loosed the ties, as my hand again traced down her back, now smoothly loosening the snug laces.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Smoothness and suavity always had an effect on me- probably why I had so much fun with adepts. It wasn't the fact that I paid for them, or that they were only concerned with my pleasure- it was the little shows of sensuality. Sebastien had that machismo. My hand on this neck jointed the one on his back, which had moved to the buttons on his shirt, unfastening them with my quick and nimble fingers, my hips pressing against his just a little more tightly with desire.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

I felt my body stir in response to her hips pressed against me. As the last tie eased, and her dress hung loose around soft form, her fleet fingers popped open the last button of my shirt. I rolled my shoulders forward, shrugging off the sleeves. Letting the shirt flutter to the ground as I moved my hands from her to her shoulders, one hand cupping her face as the other caressed her collarbone.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Something I'd always wanted to try popped into my mind; with a michevious glint in my gaze I slipped the gown from my arms and chest , letting the waist alone hold up my gown and knowing that a simple movement of my hips would allow it to sway free, which I did, the velvet settling on the floor. My fingertips moved over the lines of muscle now exposed to the air. I could feel the desire in his body as I pressed my own limber form against his, letting my hardened nipples scrape the skin of his chest.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

The slightly wiggle of her hips made me moan, deep in my throat as heat poured through my veins. Her soft skin against me was delicious, as I slid my hand from her throat to gently massage her breast, my thumb softly brushing her hardened nipple.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Lifting up a leg I scooted the dress out from under with my foot, then repeated the other action with my leg, gasping at the sensation of my thigh brushing his fabric-covered one. Another slight moan came from my lips as his hand found my breast and I leaned into it, my own hands moving down to begin working on the laces of his breeches, slowly and slightly teasingly.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

Setting my toes against the heel of my opposite foot, each one in succession, I kicked off my boots and socks. All the while savouring the teasing brushes of her fingers against me, running my hands over her shoulders and throat with increasing need.

A half turn had my back to the bed and I started back towards, it drawing her with me, kssing her passionately.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

My desire leapt up as my mind realized in which direction I was being led, causing me to kiss him just as passionately as he did me, my fingertips running over his sides and chest, occasionally lightly teasing his nipples to the same hardness as his phallus. Careful not to trip him I let my skin slide against his. My tongue ran slyly against his and then over his lips before returning to run along the inside of is mouth, leading his own tongue into mine.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

Her minstrations held my attention so fully that I nearly knocked into the bed. Laying her down on the coverlet, I striped off my breeches before climing in next to her. Supporting myself on my elbow, I slipped one hand under her head pulling her lips up to mine, whilst my other hand roved over her soft, warm skin.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Arching my back I pressed my body more fully into his attentions, moaning and gasping against his lips as he hit certain sensitive spotts and trying to find those same spots on him. My hands were running over his smooth skin and the muscles there, learning his form and using my extensive carnal research along with my imagination to achieve results. His long fingers made my pulse pound in my ears as they stroked my skin, which felt to me to be burning with my own desires.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

Her questing hands were eager and clever. I slid my own hand down her outer thigh, running up and over her dimpled knee to slid up that silky inner plain. My fingers sought out the mound of her sex, dancing feather light caresses over it before dipping between her nether lips to barely touch her pearl.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

My hips pressed toward his hands as I moaned against his mouth, my own hands moving lower with their explorations until they barely brushed his phallus, then his thigh in their movements. Desire was causing goosebumps to break out across my skin.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

I growled softly in pleasure as her hands slid downward. Moving my mouth from hers I kissed a trail town her neck, nipping and caressing her pebbled skin, over her chest softly brushing my lips against the curvature of her breasts. My fingers between her leg stroked more surely against her pearl, as I shifted my body between her legs. Looking up to watch her reaction, I thrust, carefully into her.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

With a soft exclamation of pleasure I moved my hips to meet his, sheathing him completely in my heat, my hands looping under his to grasp his shoulders as I pressed my body more firmly to his. Hungrily I drew his lips to mine, kissing him deeply as I moaned his name against his mouth.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

I thrust smoothly into her core as she drew up to meet me, again and again. Slowly at first listening to her as she moaned and murmered against my lips. Tasting my own hunger reflected in her eager kisses, burrying one hand in her hair, clasping her lips firmly to mine.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Letting the entire weight of my head rest in his hand, my lips and tongue continuing to work at his, I let my legs bend slightly to give him more access, allowing him to move more deeply within me if he chose. The passion in my Eiran blood was burning brightly, feeding off of the slight hedonism inherent to d'Angelines and causing me to be more sensitive to pleasure and sensation. "Please, more," I gasped against his lips, ending with a slight, whining moan of need as I kissed him deeply.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

Smilling a little ferally against her lips as she kissed me, I sped my thrusts, driving fully into her at each turn. My heart pounded crazily in my chest at the soft heat of her around me. My hand not cradling her head slid over her hip, to the small of her back as I supported myself on my knees between her legs.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Moaning more loudly in pleasure I braced myself by pressing my fingertips into his shoulders, just short of pressing my nails into that same skin as I continued to move with him, my speed and rhythm matching his. I could see his eyes matching the pleasure and desire in mine and I moaned again with it- not often did I see people so at ease with their natures, the first couple men certainly hadn't been. banishing the thought, I felt the beginnings of climax condenscing in my core.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

I could feel her muscles preparing themselves for her release, and I began to let my own pleasure rise more readily in me, to be ready to follow her in freefall. I burried my brow against her shoulder where it met her neck for a moment, inhaling deeply of the slightly woodsy scent she held. Before bringing my lips back to hers kissing her more deeply than ever.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

With a gasp I felt him stiffen within me even more, signalling his own approaching release. The new sensations, the sense of his pleasure, the taste of his lips adn the scent of sweat and lust in the air- they all mixed with the sensations as I threw back my head in climax, muscles tightening around him as my vision was filled with white light, my breath held for a moment as I concentrated on not scratching down his back in reaction. One day, I would have to unlearn those bad habits that seemed to have sunk in after the first couple times. Finally, I drew a shuddering breath before my vision went completely black and continued to move, trying to draw his own release out.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

As her pleasure peaked I snapped the last leash I held on my own body and followed her. Spilling into her as she held me so tight her nails danced tiny pinpricks of pain over the pleasure, not at all decreasing my enjoyment of the latter. As it ebbed, I pulled out of her and rolled to the side,
so as not to lay ontop of her when the langour suffused my limbs, leving my hand hidden in her hair.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Feeling my breath steadying I simply lay still until my aftershocks had subsided, then turned on my side to face Sebastien, head cocked slightly sideways as I used the inner eye of instinct to try and deduce his mental state. Finally, detecting nothing terribly good or bad, I gave a slight grin. "If this is your standard procedure for borrowing a book, I have to say I approve."

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

Smilling I disentangled my hand from her hair, careful not to snag anything, before thrusting it back in with a little more care for the sweat dampened waves. "I would too if I had a library like that." I said, nodding towards what was essentially a wall of bookshelves, with a crooked grin.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Chuckling slightly I grinned widely, my nose wrinkling slightly with mirth. "And you are free to borrow whichever you wish, though your library is probably even more extensive than mine. Then again, I also have the whole regular library downstairs.." Extending a hand I brushed his hair back from his brow.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

"Actually, I've barely a book to my name here in the city. The house has been rented out for the past dozen years or so, so al our little nick nacks have long since been packed away back to the estate." I smiled and laughed somewhat ruefully, "It's amazing how many little things you don't think about using every day: candle sticks, an ashtray... plates."

[Jessamine de Mornay]

"That is true, those things are pretty necessary," I said with a chuckle. "In that case, feel free to borrow anything you like. I certainly have more than enough things that barely get used." It was in my nature to be generous, especially with a friend, and I really didn't expect anything in return. I simply enjoyed helping people, part of my good-naturedness.