[ Maker, the sounds that she creates, the taste of her tongue... While this isn't the first time they have kissed, it certainly is the first he has felt sensations such as these. Neria's frame is strong and sturdy, yet her curves are soft and inviting underneath his grip. Cullen clings to that, wants to feel more, and that much becomes clear when hands start to coast down her back and sides, ghost over her behind and take to sides of her thighs. Their tongues tangle, his own taking on a curiosity that drives the tip along the roof of her mouth. He hums in content when his lips only part a brief moment to bite at her bottom lip and gently pull, an action that carries only brief hesitation when it's a gesture he's only imagined up until now. ]
[ Cullen feels incredibly warm, uncomfortable, yet glued to where they stand as their bodies mesh so perfectly together. He shivers at the feeling of her fingers coaxing the neat shape of his hair out of place, causing it to curl and shift at her touch. It's when those hands move to his back that he writhes into her, hips instinctively rolling into her own. There's an uncharacteristic moan he can't prevent as it feels like cold water pours into his belly, skin prickling under constrictive clothing. ]
[ While he is certain he could devour her lips all day, the rest of her calls for him. Cullen kisses her on the lips one last time, lingering before they take him to her jawline and neck. He stops at her pulse point, teeth and tongue working to suckle down on her flesh, desperate to taste her further. Cullen has waited what feels like an eternity for this, and he has every intention on taking advantage of the privacy they have now. ]
no subject
[ Cullen feels incredibly warm, uncomfortable, yet glued to where they stand as their bodies mesh so perfectly together. He shivers at the feeling of her fingers coaxing the neat shape of his hair out of place, causing it to curl and shift at her touch. It's when those hands move to his back that he writhes into her, hips instinctively rolling into her own. There's an uncharacteristic moan he can't prevent as it feels like cold water pours into his belly, skin prickling under constrictive clothing. ]
[ While he is certain he could devour her lips all day, the rest of her calls for him. Cullen kisses her on the lips one last time, lingering before they take him to her jawline and neck. He stops at her pulse point, teeth and tongue working to suckle down on her flesh, desperate to taste her further. Cullen has waited what feels like an eternity for this, and he has every intention on taking advantage of the privacy they have now. ]