Cullen moaned into her mouth as she just pushed closer. His hand snaked around to grip her hip, leaving him bare. The fabric of her dress brushing against his quickly hardening member had him rolling his own hips to greet hers. He had to pull back to breath, and in that moment something resembling sanity tickled his mind and he was going to pull back. But her small hands slid down his chest, exploring the scars and muscles. Her hands slid down to his hips and back up, nails dragging against his skin causing him to shiver as he fought to remain standing.

Then those cotton soft hands stretched up and her thumb brushed across his nipple. Cullen couldn't get enough air as he hissed. Her large eyes stared up at him, pink lips parted and her pupils blown. He dipped down again, lips clashing against hers and they stumbled back until they toppled onto the bed.

He pressed against her, barely able to keep the bulk of his weight off of her. She moaned into his mouth, hands sliding up to thread through his hair. "Solona," he said, voice almost embarrassingly husky as he pulled away. She didn't let him continue. Her leg wiggled and stretched, wrapping around his hip and she pulled him back down for another kiss. "Solona," he said against her lips, hands braced on either side of her head.

"Yes?" she said, kissing his jaw, dragging her nails up his back.

"Wh-wh-"

"Shush," she said, pushing him up and flipping them. His wonder and shock allowed her to. She straddled him, reaching around behind her to untie her dress. Cullen's breath hitched as the dress loosened, falling off her shoulders and showing the milky curve of her breasts. His hands latched to her hips as he watched her shake and shimmy the dress down, pulling her hands out of the sleeves so the dress pooled at her hips. "Please, don't stop," she said, hands on his chest again, hips rolling.

His hips jerked to grind against her. He threw his head back and gave a long guttural groan. She bent down and kissed his neck, suckling at his collar bone, sliding down slowly. His hands roamed up to grope her arse, squeezing the soft curves. Cullen pulled her up for another kiss, fighting to get her dress off.

She kicked it across the floor and his hands moved to her breast binding, the thick bra fighting his every attempt. Finally he unhooked it, letting it drop to pull at her smalls until they too were gone. He held her hips again, thumbs rubbing slow circles. He tightened his grip and he rolled them over, his eyes snapping to watch, not trying to hide his lewd expression as her breasts bounced. Her arms thrown back as she stared up at him. He slowly cupped a breast, rolling it. Solona arched into his hand moaning his name.

Her legs spread to wrap around his waist, arching even farther, and he brushed against her sex. He made sounds that were more animistic than words, grinding against that soft wet warmth. He lowered himself to lock his lips around her dusky nipple, dragging his tongue across the peak until he felt it pebble, brushing his thumb across her other one.

He switched breasts, hand sliding down the softness of her stomach to the damp and sticky curls. He groaned, teeth latching gently around her nipple as his finger delved deeper. He found the lips, her hips bucking wildly and threw her head back. She moaned his name and it goaded him on. Though his touch was still tentative, he circled the nub he found and she withered beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders. She begged more, don't stop, and yes yes!

Slowly he pushed his finger past her swollen lips, eyes locking on her face as she arched and rode the digit. "Maker," he said, "you're beautiful," he said, leaning back to simply look and watch and sit in awe. He pushed in a second finger, delving into the tight wet warmth. Her muscles clamped around his fingers and his cock twitched in anticipation. "Solona please-"

He wasn't sure what he was begging for but she pulled him down for a kiss and her hand slipped between them and brushed along the swollen head of his cock, swirling along the weeping slit and covering her elegant fingers. He glanced down their bodies to see her fingers trailing along his cock. He hissed, burying his head at the crook of her neck until he had to throw it back and his hips jerked. "No- stop. Stop," he hissed, kissing her face as she glanced up at him, slowly releasing her grip. "I'm not- inside you," he said. He couldn't get enough air and his cock was throbbing, begging him for release.

She spread her legs wider.

He groaned at the sight. A small part of him, the part not basking in the lust and love of being there with her- that made her call out his name and buck against his fingers- wondered about past partners. She was no virgin. And that created dark feelings that had animalistic wants emerging. A want to mark her, to make her loose all thoughts except him and his cock. A need to make her frenzied for him in the same way he needed her.

He took his cock, throbbing and aching, and aligned it to her cunt, watching her face as much as what he was doing. He thrust in and she arched to take in more and more until he was in to the hilt. Slow and gradual had been the plan when he was sane and capable of thought. Ease into her. Now all he could do was hold the position, hunched over her, one hand sliding down to her hip and back up, brushing his thumb under her breast.

She rolled her hips and he pulled back and thrust back in. She moaned. He moved, again and again until he found the angel that hit that spot that had her throwing her head back and let out a long keen before begging for more. His name spilled from her lips as she thrust back eagerly to each pump. He felt himself rising higher and higher.

Then he came. His world spun and when white. Every nerve and thought sung and her name came out like a chant. Still pounding away the last of his orgasm he leaned back and stared at where he was embedded deep inside her. She was quivering, keening, and he brought a shaky hand to her curls and slid down to bring her an orgasm as well. Her muscles clamped on his softening cock and she tensed, letting out a scream that vaguely sounded like his name.

When she fell limp, legs sliding off his hips, he collapsed next to her. She gasped for air, unable to get enough, and he thought she was so beautiful in that moment. Her head rolled to look at him, a hand cupping his jaw as she smiled. "That was wonderful," she said, hand trailing down to his neck before falling limp as she closed her eyes.

Cullen rested a hand on her stomach, rubbing his thumb across the soft curve before pulling her close, back to his chest. He kissed her right behind her ear, then fought for the blankets. She was uncooperative and limp in his arms.

Goodness, well. Hope this doesn't disappoint, but we'll be back to plot next update. Kept this just the smut. So it's short. Anyway I have nothing really to say about this. Other than life is picking up. Might be a long time again for an update, tho the smut is done so that might just be what everybody wanted. Anyway, reviews are appreciated.