So now that we're all stuffed (at least us tubby Americans) how about some Twi-porn? Huh?
Midnight Visitor
"Isabella . . ."
She could see him silhouetted against the moonlight, his striking features hidden in shadow yet accented by the soft light reflecting off the still waters beyond.
"Come here."
She felt her body move to him without her own accord. Her eyes remained fixed on his still body, like her mind had been frozen and her heart were being pulled by a tether toward his.
Once she approached his side, he turned those set of piecing green eyes onto her. Within their depths held promises of passion and heat, of sweaty nights and ecstasy. Every line of him became taut at the sight of her, and she felt her blood warm to a fever pitch.
He took her hand and placed her body before his so that they were both staring out into the lake.
"Beautiful," she heard herself breath.
"Incredibly," he challenged with a whisper to her ear. She felt his fingers graze up her bare arms, leaving a trail of prickling flesh in his wake. He reached up to her neck and brushed aside her hair, leaving the length of her neck exposed, and Bella couldn't help but want to give him more skin to admire. With a tilt of her head she closed her eyes, barely able to stifle a moan when she felt his lips trail a heated kiss up to her ear.
His fingers played with the curve of her waist and hip, moving up and down in a slow dance that had her practically writhing with need before him. She could feel the entire length of him pressed against her back, and she didn't even mind the wooden railing digging into her hip as he moved his body against hers.
"More," she murmured, hypnotized. She heard him chuckle into her ear, a sound of acquiescence and amusement in one.
He took her plea as permission, and in one solid yet smoothly timed movement, his fingers grasped the tag of her back zipper, and released the metal lining one tooth at a time. Her dress fell away, leaving her bare for his pleasure.
She felt his hands moving up the sides of her ass, toward her tapered waist, and finally toward her rounded breasts. Her nipples were hard in the cool air, but it wasn't the chill that made them so ready for the tasting. His fingers played with the puckered tips, teasing, testing, and almost bringing her to her knees with need.
She leaned against him, resting her head against his chest as he played her into a near comatose state. His breath came out in soft little moans of approval, the hot hair brushing off her bare shoulders and kissing the shell of her ear, making her wish she could turn to see his reactions to her body fully. Yet she did not dare move. The sensations he wrought in her were too raw, too new to be disturbed.
His hands moved toward her shoulders and down her arms. With a bit of coercion, he moved each of her hands to brace the railing before her. He bent her slightly and trailed on hand down her spine until her reached her ass.
"I'm going to take you right here," he told her, and she heard the rustle of clothing behind her – a zipper being force down in a hurry, and a thud of clothing on the floor.
Happy Thanksgiving Americanos!