A passionate kiss was shared between the good Dr. and his love interest
Clarice. His hands never left the sides of her bed, where he had sat down
while speaking to her. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at her again.
Deeply gazing within her eyes, he began to kiss her neck.
"Dr. Lecter..."
"Clarice, don't you think it may be time to drop the formalities, and start calling me Hannibal?"
"Hannibal...."
Smiling at the mention of his proper name, he began to nibble on her neck, running one hand over her stomach and up to her breasts. Feeling her tremble under his hand, he removed it.
To his surprise, she looked at him and placed his hand back where it was.
"It wasn't a bad shudder Dr."
He went down to kiss her again, and stimulated her nipple, while his tounge played across her lips. His hand moved away from the top of her shirt, and underneath to feel her silky skin against his smooth, uncalloused hand. He felt her shudder in anticipation as he raised her to a sitting position to remove her shirt.
"May I..."
He was cut off, "yes."
She looked into his eyes with a look of lust and love. One man who was supposed to scare her to death was sitting here with her, in her room, ready to make love to her. Being to classy for foreplay of the modern sort, she did not anticipate him to go down on her, or for her head to be so rudely pushed down on him. It would be a sensual night of passionate love making between to love stucken souls.
Without religion, Clarice could not say to herself that they were Soulmates, though her mind screamed it every night before she slept, or wondered why she loved him so. A love so forbidden was not supposed to feel this good....
Her clothes removed, and love in her eyes, he kissed her silky ivory skin. Running has hands over her back, and taking in the scent of her hair, he lighly kissed her neck.
Lying her down, he removed his clothes before her, not shamed of his body, not shamed of letting her see him in full, not shamed to be obviously aroused before her. He lowered himself onto her body, and felt her gasp. Kissing her passionatly, he felt her squirm, letting him know she was fully ready to be assulted by him. Pressing himself into her slowly, he felt her tightness around him. Looking into her eyes, he saw the familiar pain stretching across her face. She was a virgin.
"Are you alright..."
Letting out a larg breath, "yes, I'll be fine...It will not be this painful in a moment I'm sure."
He waited and let her adjust to the rude intrusion of the unfamiliar loin. Kissing her neck, and running his hands over her hair, he looked at her, marvaling, and drinking in her beauty. The love was apparent, and flowing between them.
Her face became relaxed again, and she gave him the go ahead......
The Next Morning....
Clarice woke up to arms wrapped around her, to her surprise he was not gone, he was lying next to her, sleeping soundly. She smiled...and looked into his face, peering into his soul, wondering what he was dreaming, or if he even dreamed at all. She kissed his nose softly.
"Dr. Lecter..."
"Clarice, don't you think it may be time to drop the formalities, and start calling me Hannibal?"
"Hannibal...."
Smiling at the mention of his proper name, he began to nibble on her neck, running one hand over her stomach and up to her breasts. Feeling her tremble under his hand, he removed it.
To his surprise, she looked at him and placed his hand back where it was.
"It wasn't a bad shudder Dr."
He went down to kiss her again, and stimulated her nipple, while his tounge played across her lips. His hand moved away from the top of her shirt, and underneath to feel her silky skin against his smooth, uncalloused hand. He felt her shudder in anticipation as he raised her to a sitting position to remove her shirt.
"May I..."
He was cut off, "yes."
She looked into his eyes with a look of lust and love. One man who was supposed to scare her to death was sitting here with her, in her room, ready to make love to her. Being to classy for foreplay of the modern sort, she did not anticipate him to go down on her, or for her head to be so rudely pushed down on him. It would be a sensual night of passionate love making between to love stucken souls.
Without religion, Clarice could not say to herself that they were Soulmates, though her mind screamed it every night before she slept, or wondered why she loved him so. A love so forbidden was not supposed to feel this good....
Her clothes removed, and love in her eyes, he kissed her silky ivory skin. Running has hands over her back, and taking in the scent of her hair, he lighly kissed her neck.
Lying her down, he removed his clothes before her, not shamed of his body, not shamed of letting her see him in full, not shamed to be obviously aroused before her. He lowered himself onto her body, and felt her gasp. Kissing her passionatly, he felt her squirm, letting him know she was fully ready to be assulted by him. Pressing himself into her slowly, he felt her tightness around him. Looking into her eyes, he saw the familiar pain stretching across her face. She was a virgin.
"Are you alright..."
Letting out a larg breath, "yes, I'll be fine...It will not be this painful in a moment I'm sure."
He waited and let her adjust to the rude intrusion of the unfamiliar loin. Kissing her neck, and running his hands over her hair, he looked at her, marvaling, and drinking in her beauty. The love was apparent, and flowing between them.
Her face became relaxed again, and she gave him the go ahead......
The Next Morning....
Clarice woke up to arms wrapped around her, to her surprise he was not gone, he was lying next to her, sleeping soundly. She smiled...and looked into his face, peering into his soul, wondering what he was dreaming, or if he even dreamed at all. She kissed his nose softly.
