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This moment was something she had only dreamed about, finally being intimate with a man whom she truly loved. Though not as experienced in the art of lovemaking, she felt that Vash as the lover who would fulfill her desires. Pausing,Vash gazed into her blue-gray eyes, watching the displays of pent-up passion that the insurance investigator had hidden until now. It was certainly a dramatic change from the reserved professional who quoted insurance regulations into the sultry woman whispering into his ear.
The couple was in a tight embrace, kissing under the impending nightfall. Meryl stopped as Vash winced in pain. Her voice was concerned, but her eyebrows showed the annoyance at having their romantic interlude interrupted.
He stood up, removed his scarlet duster, and spread it over the dusty ground, which scattered some loose pebbles. Meryl curtsied in response to his chivalrous act. As she knelt down on the impromptu blanket, her eyes devoured the sight of the Humanoid Typhoon pulling off his silk shirt over his head and relishing his lean muscular frame. The pair embraced again. Meryl ran her hands up and down his back, fingertips dancing in a light caress while Vash nuzzled against her neck.
He moved his head and trailed a path of gentle kisses down her slim neck, eliciting a soft moan from the woman. Vash paused, wondering if he should progress any further.
She had gone beyond any turning point now. A small doubt remained in her mind though.
Emerald eyes lingered on the sight of the topless woman before him. Even though her breasts were small, they were firm and nicely proportioned for her petite figure, fitting nicely into his hand as he cupped the fleshy mounds tenderly. The blond man focused on her stiffening pink nipples, which looked like strawberries topping a parfait. He flicked his tongue against the swollen tips, alternating between the left and right breasts. Pleasure suffused her face as her body reacted to his seductive touch.
She felt a growing dampness in her nether lips; her skin tingled with his caresses. Snuggling closer to Vash, her hand brushed against the hardening bulge in his dark pants and she smiled at the image of his erection being released, glistening and ready for action. She hurriedly stripped off the rest of her clothes while Vash undid the numerous buckles of his outfit.
Horny and impatient, Meryl hungrily eyed the impressive length of his cock. Her left hand fondled her clit, increasing her desire while with her right hand Meryl stroked his erection lightly. Vash was lost in his own world, his eyes closed.
Vash looked down, a sheepish expression on his face. She looked up into the nighttime sky, at the stars sparkling like diamonds placed on a swath of black velvet. The dark-haired beauty sighed as Vash brought his arm around her breasts, brushing against her sensitive nipples, and drawing her into an intimate embrace. Vash nodded, gazing at the woman nestled in his arms, noting how the moonlight shimmered in her ebony hair.
Their romantic encounter under the starlit sky was destined to be fateful. Happiness reigned momentarily, but everlasting bliss would prove to be elusive. If she was somehow helping him to heal, to regenerate, she was glad of it. She had made a vow, when the fates had brought him back to her, to spend the rest of her life trying to make up for all the pain he'd felt, all the horrible things that had been visited upon him, all the things that had been torn from him, or from others in his name, that she felt her own tears starting to spill.
To cover, she spun around and nestled herself into the crook of his arm, settling against his broad chest. Stop being a silly school girl! I mean, has this happened with anyone else? He found his tongue, but his cuticles still seemed to require close scrutiny. He hadn't trusted another woman not to run screaming when she saw his scars.
But she'd told him a long time ago that she wouldn't react that way. She hadn't known how she felt when she said it. She was just glad now that she had. So, I was his first If she hadn't known him so well nowshe would never have believed that.
When she and Millie had first met him, he'd painted himself the happy letcher. She'd never dreamed it was an act. Idly, she wondered if she even wanted them to disappear? Vash's scars were a part of him. She felt him lean forward and kiss the top of her head and she shivered. Maybe he can help us figure out why this is happening. His right hand strayed from her arm to cup the swell of her breast, at first gently and then, playfully.
Biting her tongue to stifle her own laughter, she spun around and dug the fingers of both hands into his sides. His laughter was infectious - and she'd already been half-infected to begin with. She nipped at an earlobe, hands still deep in his belly. He wasn't too helpless to roll her over onto her back. His lips were at her neck and now that he was settled against her, she could feel him everywhere.
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With the blood roaring in her ears, and the feel of his smooth, flawed, hard body against her, she let herself be swept away by the force of nature known as the humanoid typhoon. Together, much later, they sleepily inspected his body for changes. Finding a new patch of pink skin, she just shook her head, overwhelmed.
I don't get this at all Smiling, she bent to kiss this spot, as well. She'd been afraid to ask him this, afraid he would miss them, afraid he'd come to see her as the eraser of his history, afraid he'd disappear from her life again, some misguided notion in his mind that leaving was the only way for him to keep himself from disappearing completely.
But she needn't have been. Without the constant reminders, maybe he could actually let himself be happy. Pulling herself up on her elbows, she inspected his chest. Over his heart, a particularly deep gouge was reinforced with a cage of wrought iron, riveted right into his skin and the bone beneath.
It was a shock of cold against her chest when he held her, but it always warmed quickly enough.