To quote Maya the Siren: "I'm back, bitches!"
I apologise profusely for keeping you waiting for so long.
Just as good as the first time. No. Better. More intense. Their starved tongues entwined, their arms and legs avidly wrapped around each other, they stood behind the bar and held on to their reborn passion.
Mordecai untangled his right hand from Moxxi's curls to run it down her cheek and neck, never losing the touch of her heated body. His fingers traveled along the curve of her spine, down the small of her back and continued south past her waist until they found her lush, round behind. He took hold of it with gentle but firm grasp and raised the barmaid up.
She giggled, muffled by their zealous kiss, when her foot left the ground. Moxxi quickly wound her second leg around his waist as well so she held him tightly between her ample thighs. She straightened up, now suddenly sitting on his hips and shifted her seat to settle into her new perch. She grinned and looked down on Mordecai. Now she was the taller one.
"Oh, I like this position!" the Vault hunter jollied and burrowed his nose between the ripe breasts that were now swaying right in front of his face. He wiggled his head from side to side and up and down, tickling the sensitive skin of Moxxi's tits and letting them jiggle lively.
"Mordecai you're such a clown!" The barmaid chimed and writhed while reveling in the treatment.
The gleeful fit just made her tits bounce even more and strain the support of her suit. The ridiculously generous décolletage had already been only just barely strong enough to support her imposing bosom, and with these hearty caprioles the feeble covering could not contain them any longer. Moxxi's plump udders pressed against the purple fabric and slinked past the hem so that her ruby areolas emerged like erogenous rising suns.
"Look who's coming out to play!" The Vault Hunter grinned and tickled one of the rosy circles. With a little flop the rigid nipple slipped over the edge as well and immediately found its way into Mordecai's mouth.
"Hmmm, oh boy that's good," Moxxi sighed. "But actually that's not supposed to happen this easily." She chuckled. "Maybe I've gone too far with this low-cut neckline."
"Nah, that kind of thing isn't possible," the hunter informed her and switched to her other nipple. He sucked in the heated flesh before letting it plop out with a smack. "And I think in this situation the term 'neckline' isn't appropriate any more," he explained in overly businesslike tone. "As a matter of fact, your neck already ends up here", he placed a kiss just below her voice box, "Or at the most here," he added and kissed her collarbone. "Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. If you hit a bandit below the collarbone it doesn't count as head shot any more. I've tested it." And with a smug look he added, "True story."
The barmaid chuckled. "Do you flirt with all the girls like this? By talking about murder?"
"There are no other girls worth flirting with." And hesitantly he added: "At least not since I met you."
"Oh Mordecai. You are wonderful," Moxxi whispered, her voice suddenly thick with emotion. She brought her hands to his face and caressed his weather-beaten skin and the candid smile on his thin lips. Her lithe fingers ran through his hair and the black strands of his beard. But suddenly she curled it slyly around her index finger and compelled him to look up at her face and away from the breasts brandished so appetisingly in front of his mouth. With his hands still occupied kneading her albeit cushy buttocks, he had no choice but to obey. She leaned down until their faces were only a hairsbreadth apart. Her succulent lips glistened tantalisingly in the dim light, pleading to be kissed. He tried to nudge his head forward to touch her mouth, but a sudden sharp and stinging jerk of his beard stopped him in his tracks. Moxxi's eyes were burning with saucy fire.
"You are mine now and I will never ever let you go again." The breathed words slipped from her luscious mouth like glowing honey.
He didn't say anything, but for a moment the nonchalant playfulness disappeared from his heart and was replaced by something else. A shimmering serenity. Simple, honest happiness. Love. He closed his eyes to fully indulge in the sensation. Her delicate fragrance filled his nose and made him want her even more. When he felt the tug on his beard weaken he opened his eyes again and quickly the sassy playfulness was back. But the love remained. He gave her his trademark sly smirk and finally placed another kiss on her lips.
I feel like whenever I write one of these chapters I learn half a dozen new adjectives, each more gorgeous than the last. I have my force myself not to overdose though.
