Another small groan left Sam’s lips as Thia lightly squeezed his package, almost going in for a lip bite when the young woman pulled away to draw a breath for herself. Upon hearing her suggestion, he made a small chuckle before nodding. “I agree.” Planting another kiss to her lips, he backed his chair up and stood up from his seat before grabbing her from hers and leading her to the closest comforter.

Thia grinned as she followed Sam, admiring the back view greatly. The man really was too gorgeous for his own good, really. Still, that  wasn’t going to stop her from thoroughly enjoying his company whenever she could. They came to a stop and she tilted her head back to look up at him. “You’re too damn tall,” she teased him, pushing on his chest lightly. “Let’s fix that so I can get on with seducing you and having my wicked way with you.”

Sam hummed with approval as he felt Thia move herself closer to him, pressing his lips harder against hers and deepening the kiss they shared. His hand moved from her jaw to tangle in her hair, pressing lightly against the back of her neck while his legs parted slightly for her to get a better feel for his excitement.

Feeling the slight movement of his legs parting, Thia used it to her advantage and cupped her hand over his crotch and lightly squeezed him through the heavy denim of his jeans. Her other hand found it’s way to his neck, the tips of her fingers stroking over the soft spit right below and behind his ear. She pulled away from his lips for a moment to catch a breath. “Sam,” she murmured, “We need to find a more comfortable - and preferably horizontal - surface to continue this reunion.”

“True,” Thia replied, her own lips lifting in a half smile. “But you know I’m a hands on kind of girl, Sam.” The tip of her tongue darted over her bottom lip as she met his gaze with a heated one of her own.

“Mmm, I do,” Sam replied, a more apparent smirk working its way onto his features as he lifted a hand and cupped her jaw within his palm. Leaning closer to her, he pulled her lips to his and met them in a kiss, encouraging her advances.

Thia leaned in to meet his kiss, her lips parting willingly. The tip of her tongue traced the edges of his lips while her hand continued it's exploration of his inner thigh and groin. A soft moan of pleasure issued from her throat as she moved closer to his warm body.

@daughteroftheelm

Sam barely even flinched from the woman’s touch. His lips twitched up slightly in a faint smirk as his gaze shifted to the brunette, eyes lowering over her unabashedly as he teased, “You could’ve just asked if I was happy to see you, you know.”

“True,” Thia replied, her own lips lifting in a half smile. “But you know I’m a hands on kind of girl, Sam.” The tip of her tongue darted over her bottom lip as she met his gaze with a heated one of her own.

Sam mimicked Thia’s single arch of the eyebrow as she replied, a small chuckle leaving his lips before he hummed and said, “You make a valid point.” Watching as she pulled down his jeans with ease, he made a small ‘ooh’ as she groped his ass that prolonged into a pleased groan once he felt her tongue start to slide over the muscles of his toned stomach.

That sound made her grin against his skin. She absolutely loved knowing that she was capable of getting him to make those kinds of noises. Thia moved her lips over him, gently nipping and licking down the V line over his hip. Pausing a moment as she reached his groin, she wet her lips then slowly licked up the underside of his member.

As she parted her lips away from his after undoing his jeans, he arched his brows a bit as she neglected to pull them down right away. He was more than okay with the alternative, though, as a low hum came from him as he felt her fingers wrap around his contained member. When Thia mentioned she had multiple ideas on how to treat him, his head canted to the side slightly. “Did you want me to decide for you?”

One eyebrow raised at his question. "Oh, I only meant that I'm not sure where to start. It's been a while, after all. I certainly don't want to rush such an... " She paused to search for the right word. "Enjoyable encounter." Her fingers wrapped tightly around him for a moment before moving to the waist of the jeans. With a practiced ease, she pushed them down over his hips to his thighs and let gravity take them the rest of the way to the floor. Her fingers clenched his ass and Thia leaned forward to trace the edges of the muscles of his stomach with her lips and tongue.

When he was pulled in for another kiss longer than the one he just gave Thia, Sam hummed against her lips in a muffled chuckle. “Alright, you got me there,” he murmured in response, shifting his body closer as he felt the woman’s fingers working to undo his own jeans.

The button finally cooperated with her and she made quick work of the zipper, too. Still, she wasn't ready to move on to the next obvious step, so she pulled her lips away from his to give him a mischievous smile. Her fingers slipped into the open fly of his jeans and she stroked his length slowly up and down, stopping once or twice to give him a slight squeeze. In response to his statement she said, "Oh, I do seem to have you. Now whatever am I going to do with you? I mean, I have a few ideas, but... "

Sorry seems to be the hardest word

Lucien stopped dead in his tracks then turned slightly the voice so sweet and soft that used to bring a smile to his lips. He looked to the door not knowing if he should answer it considering on what happened on their last date. He used magic to open the door “You can come in.” He muttered not knowing what to say.

It wasn't the greeting she'd been hoping for. Then again, he wasn't breaking down the door to attack her, either. She'd take the small victories where she could when it came to him. After all, she was the one that had run away. Why should she expect that he would be overjoyed to see her now?

She walked through the door and took in her surroundings. It looked as if he hadn't left his house in far too long. The thought sent a zing of pain through her heart. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face the man that was both her lover and her enemy of old. His hair was longer and he needed a shave and a good meal or two. But it was his eyes that had changed the most.

Her bottom lip rolled between her teeth; a nervous habit. Her hands tangled together and she unconsciously picked at one of her fingernails. Thia knew she would have to be the one to say something first, but what? 'I'm sorry' was so weak and couldn't even begin to repair what she'd done to them. But it was all she had. "I..." The words choked in her throat and she had to try again.

"I'm sorry."

tHAT MOMENT WHERE YOU’RE READING A REPLY AND YOU JUST HAVE TO STOP FOR A SECOND IN AWE WONDERING HOW THE HELL YOU GOT SO LUCKY TO WRITE WITH SUCH AN AMAZING, TALENTED PERSON

While Thia had quickly discarded her shirt, Sam had taken his time undoing the buttons of his shirt, enjoying the view while he could and stopping at the last button when she asked for his assistance with her jeans. Licking his lips, he chuckled as she lifted her hips, taking a step closer to the bed as he said, “Oh-ho, you little tease." With a smirk, he leaned forward and pecked a small kiss on her lips before hooking his fingers in the waistbands of both her jeans and her panties, tugging  both of them down her legs and removing them from her body.

Sitting up on the bed, she reached out and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in for yet another heated kiss. Her teeth caught his bottom lip as she pulled away enough to murmur, "You like it when I tease you. Gives you the chance to spank me." She kissed him again, her free hand now working at the button holding his jeans closed, inadvertently brushing over the bulge behind the zipper.