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Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Oct 19, 2012 10:13:07 GMT -5
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She was happy to cling to him, to kiss him, to feel close to him. The anticipation was killing her. She moved her lips to his neck, her head beating harder in his chest. She moved her hips against him, grinding them.
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Post by Rollo Cyril Moretti on Oct 19, 2012 10:13:38 GMT -5
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Rollo was leading her to the bedroom, clothes all over, but he didn’t see that he just saw the beautiful woman who he adored before him loving them lips, and could feel her heart beat against his chest. he groaned as she grinned hips against him lighting a fire under his ass to get there faster, letting them both fall against the bed once in there kissed them lips, and letting his hands trail down her body just to see how much she wanted him.
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Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Oct 19, 2012 10:14:18 GMT -5
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She wanted him, it was obvious. Her body craved him, needed him. Her body gave her away if she wasn't already making it obvious enough. She turned to look where they were, spying the bedroom. "I'm not 100% sure when we entered the appartment, let alone the bedroom."
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Post by Rollo Cyril Moretti on Oct 19, 2012 10:14:34 GMT -5
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He could tell she wanted him, and hell he wanted her too, and didn’t want the night to ever end and wished they could just stay here forever. She was nice and ready for the taking. “It was magic,” he told her, he Eskimo kissed her and gave into their desires her wants and needs, that her body had had made known.
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Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Oct 19, 2012 10:15:07 GMT -5
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For what felt like a life time, their bodys became one, moving together, her body writhing beneath him, grinding above him and her heart exploding with his until finally she fell to his bed in a panting mess. He had the stamina to actually keep up with her, which was why she'd always enjoyed her time with him. Beads of sweat consumed her naked form and her hand moved to wipe her hair from her face. "I can't feel my legs."
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Post by Rollo Cyril Moretti on Oct 19, 2012 10:15:31 GMT -5
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Their bodies had became one as if it were the most natural thing in the world to them in many different ways as they rolled about the bed leaving them both sweaty and panting in the end and he felt amazing as if he had died and was on cloud nine, he was lost in the bliss of things when she spoke. “Well then I guess it means you can’t run away,” he teased. “And must mean it was very good.” He had whispered softly still trying to control his own raged breathing. He had moved closer to her holding an arm out for her to cuddle in watching her carefully with a big ass grin on his face.
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Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Oct 19, 2012 10:16:05 GMT -5
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It was the things he said that finally put the guilt into Delilah... She gulped a little as he said about running away, taking a deep breath and forcing a smile. She moved to curl gently into his arms, placing a hand against his chest and placing her leg over him. "Rollo? Are you... Happy? Like in general."
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Post by Rollo Cyril Moretti on Oct 19, 2012 10:17:01 GMT -5
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She had smiled and curled into him, but he hadn’t known he made her feel guilty with the comment of running away… he just knew how she was she’d sometimes sneak off while he was sleeping and he really didn’t want the night to end. He had held her close running his fingers threw her hair pondering an answer to her question. “Some days.” he had told her with as soft sigh. His life was complicated, and happiness wasn’t always a factor in it…. “ why do you ask?”
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Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Oct 19, 2012 10:17:17 GMT -5
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"I just... Can't bare the idea that you would be unhappy." She knew all too well that she breed unhappiness, that it followed her like a lost puppy. The fact she knew she'd abandoned her fiancee and her son were there, under the impression she'd left them for good, it killed her. As she laid there she had to way it up, her selfish need to run away versus the happiness of the people that have always loved her. She was scared, scared that Stuart would never look at her the same, that Noah would never forgive her, scared she'd never forgive herself, but as she laid there she knew... She just knew.... She knew she had to go home, she had to do whatever it took to get her family to forgive her. She loved them, and whatever it was she felt for Rollo couldn't compare to the little boy that lit up her world.
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Post by Rollo Cyril Moretti on Oct 19, 2012 10:17:42 GMT -5
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He didn’t know what she was thinking nor why she was asking that. He listened to her words and hummed to himself looking up at the ceiling. “Unhappiness is a part of life, Delilah; you shouldn’t have to worry your pretty little head about my happiness.” part of him thought why should he bother with happiness anyways every time he seems to find himself a sliver of it soon after it melts away just like he was sure she’d melt away again so why bother with happiness the world is full of dread and misery so it was best to just embrace it.
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