sandysmind:

How I eat my favorite topping of pizza

gwenog-j:

The rough skin of his palm slid across the flesh of her backside with a sweet grace, naive and fragile. As his lips sought her throat, she let her head fall to the side and her hair toppled out of its messy bun to fall in blonde cascades. The curls smelled of pink lilies and ripe raspberries, her favorite. Her breathing grew heavy and thick as she parted her lips slightly. A small smirk decorated her full lips as she felt her dominant side coming forth. “As I tell you,” she said breathlessly and allowed him continue to caress her satiny cover. “What to do, I want you to take initiative and explore what you want too.” One of her hands met with his which cupped her supple ass and she slid it back to the front of her thighs. “You make me wet, Theo.” She purred as she turned her mouth to his cheek and spoke directly into his flesh. “Feel.” With a quick slip of his hand upward, she shivered. Fingertips lightly touched her damp center and in an instant, she became slicker. “You do that to me,” she whispered.

Before he could touch further, she brought his hand from under her skirt and touched it to his lips. As his lower lip was slicked with her nectar, she pressed up on her toes and kissed him subtly. “Sweet, isn’t it?” A smile came forth as she moved his hands to her shirt. “Undress me, Theo.” When his fingers found her fastens and began to undo them, she moved her hands to his belt. In two swift motions, she ripped it from his waist and dropped it to the ground. The button of his trousers fell open with ease and she edged the hem down to his hips. “Do you want me to touch you too?”

Lips continued to press against her soft gentle skin whilst his hands continued to trail up and down the thin material that covered her curved form. Her words were softly spoken, though not too soft for him to not hear, not even in the slightest. He gulped slightly, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin as she spoke into his flesh whilst also guiding his hand forward, and with a single movement did she allow his fingertips to dance against her slick heat. The moment he felt the touch he gasped loudly, feeling himself tense up yet before he could do anything more his hand was forced away, instead aiming for his lower lip. Fingers swiped against the supple lip, leaving her taste lingering on his mouth and he craved it, craved it so much despite only getting the smallest of tastes…

Hands were now directed to her front, and in quick simple movements he began to undo the buttons on her shirt, needing to feel the skin for himself, rather than allow her to guide him. Meanwhile, her hands were also busy at work, undoing the buckle of his pants and allowing them to slide down to wherever she saw fit. His heart hammered in his chest as he pulled away the soft garment, tossing it to the ground with the rest of their discarded items as he allowed his hands to explore the warmth for just a mere moment, and that alone could have made him turn into a pile of nothingness before her. She was so… confident, and whilst he was too, he couldn’t help but feel nervous; inexperienced, almost, but it wouldn’t bring him down. Her next question loomed in his mind, and he answered almost instantly with a nod, for coherent words were a thing of his past now.

gwenog-j:

Oh but they do! It’s not silly, it’s reality. It’s a good thing, darling. Options a plenty, you could have any one person you’d want. It’s a powerful pedestal to stand upon, but it’s well deserved unto you, Sink.

I… well, if you say so Eggnog, but… really? I’m only a guy, not like some kind of God or something…

(Source: tr0picaldisease)

gwenog-j:

theofawcett:

gwenog-j:

You’re surrounded by a dozen ladies… I am sure it’s the sweetest grin you posses, m’love.

I ain’t no gigolo!

Maybe not, but I think the world wishes otherwise. Maybe it’s a good thing you’re blind… Perhaps you wouldn’t be the same sweet, lovable guy you are if you saw just how the world pines after. -cheeky grin, snacking on crumpets-

Stop saying these things, you silly! Girls do not… you silly…

(Source: tr0picaldisease)

gwenog-j:

You’re surrounded by a dozen ladies… I am sure it’s the sweetest grin you posses, m’love.

I ain’t no gigolo!

(Source: tr0picaldisease)

gwenog-j:

theofawcett:

Heyyyy… where’d you get this?!

Found it in my trunk, actually. Look at that grin!

It’s a nice grin?

(Source: tr0picaldisease)

Heyyyy… where’d you get this?!

(Source: tr0picaldisease, via gwenog-j)

gwenog-j:

Her lips continued to grace his skin in a ghost like manner, soft and ethereal. Though, she never traveled above his adam’s apple or below the small dip at the base of his throat. When she felt his skin tighten from her touch, she smiled into his flesh and let out a breathy laugh meant for him to hear and him alone. Soon, his feet began to move as her robe drifted behind her and onto the floor with his shirt and tie. Just as they reached the bookshelf behind him, she stepped out of her shoes and danced upon tiptoes until she was lip level with him. “Touch my skin, Theo.” With one hand, she grabbed just one of his fingers and placed it to her neck. “Here,” she mused and trailed his finger to her lips. “Here.”

Soon, she drew her fingertip down her front until he could feel the skin of her thighs. Only a small amount of flesh was shown between her stockings and school girl skirt, but she wanted him to take his time. “And here.” With a soft inhale, she brought his hand to the back of her thigh and flattened it against her skin. In a slow, tugging motion she dragged his palm until it came to rest along the soft curve of her bum. “Especially here.”

Her commands were simple, soft and gentle, and as she spoke them he allowed himself to come up with some kind of plan, but what was the point in plans? Plans meant expectations, and he didn’t really want to expect anything; it was meant to be natural. His hand, now resting against the curve of her ass exactly where she ha placed it, began to squeeze gently against the skin, all the while his other hand explored the various parts of her body in a sole attempt to map it out for himself, which would of course take time. She didn’t seem to mind that at all, however, as her lips still continued their own path across the skin of his neck, and he too was tempted and coaxed into it.

He leaned down gently before he began to kiss the skin of her own neck, softly at first, though every now and again he would nip at the skin to see how she would react. He wasn’t really sure where he got it from, but he always felt comfortable with her, and he knew that if she didn’t like it she’d easily give him a good bollocking and tell him hands off, though it seemed they were well past that stage in their relationship now. “And what else? I want to be the best, remember… even if it’s the first time…”

(via famouscitylights)

gwenog-j:

When his hands sought the dip of her waist on either side, she tilted her head up to look at him. “I’ll make you the best there ever was, Theo.” In a velvet whisper, she spoke to him and then moved her fingers around the knot of his tie. Fluid and calculated fingers unwound the fabric until it was loose and fluttering to the ground at her feet. “Trust me,” she mused when her hands began to work the buttons of his shirt undone. “You don’t need it, no one does. What matters is that you want it and if you want it bad enough, it’ll be the best thing you’ve ever done. No matter what it may be.” As his shirt opened up to her, she took a moment to just graze his skin with her eyes. So beautifully built he was, hand crafted by an angel it seemed. Not too toned, but not too soft. Skin the color of cinnamon and it made her smile as she leaned to the base of his neck and kissed him slowly there.

“Take of my robes, Theo.”

“The best…” Lips curved up into a smile as he repeated those softly-spoken words, whilst also hearing the sound of her skilled fingers being put to work quickly against his tie, which was soon discarded onto the floor. Hands moved to his shirt as his hands remained wrapped around her profound curves, and soon after his shirt joined the pile of discarded items, allowing the cold air to kiss his exposed skin, causing him to shiver ever so slightly whilst goosebumps formed on the top layer. Her lips, soft and supple, began to trail against the length of his neck, which then caused him to gulp as her commands were whispered, and they fell onto perked ears.

Instantly, his hands trailed upward, feeling the fabric against her skin as he felt around for the string that bound her robes together, and once found he tugged at it once, causing the material to fall away instantly. With a smile, his head rolled back slightly as he began to walk backward, until he felt himself press up against the wall, just as she had him held before. His hands continued to roam around curiously, trying to get a feel of what he would be dealing with, though he still paid attention to her; how else would he learn, after all…

“Now what?”