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11:10

Love. A topic that seems to stay be at the top of the leaderboards in conversations among the young and old. It is something that is sought after and pined for throughout the ages. Love is just a chemical reaction in the brain. Yara inhaled on her cigarette as her eyes filled with tears. Love was messy and could destroy one's soul, she knew that first hand. Had experienced the pain of losing someone who you loved more than your own being. She sighed, her hand shaking as she took her last drag of the cigarette before extinguishing the flame into the ashtray. Just like a fire, Yara knew if you got to close to love you would be burned and she intended so stay very very far away from it. Yara pulled open the door to the coffee shop, her mind trying it’s best to ignore all the red strings strung around. While she could see them, they were not physically there and sometimes out of habit she tried to step over them. As she waited in line to get her morning dose of caffeine, she couldn’t help but stare at her own pinky with it’s own string. Yet, instead of it being long with no end in sight it was cut off after a few inches. Yara never understood why her string wasn’t connected to anyone but it saved her the pain of loss that was inevitable in the end. It was her turn to order her coffee and Yara stared at the order board for a few moments. “Dark chocolate and caramel macchiato please.” She pulled out a crumbled twenty and handed it to the barista. Her order was rung up and when she was handed her change, she put it all in the cup labeled tips. “Name?” Yara looked at the barista. “Yara, thanks.” She walked off to let the next person order as she waited.

11:11

She sat on a stool, she stared out the shops window at the people going about their daily lives. She saw a mother and her young daughter talking and laughing merrily and Yara felt a twinge of loss in her heart. She was so focused on people watching she hadn’t heard her name being called. By the third time she finally snapped out of it before getting up and rushing to get her beverage. While hurrying to the counter she tripped over her own foot and plummeted into a very broad chest. Her hand instinctually trying to cover her face as she fell. Her glasses clattered to the floor as the man’s very hot coffee spilt over her and his chest. “I-” She blushed a furious shade of red. “I’m s-so sorry!” She squinted her eyes trying to get a good look at him.

Stepping into the Coffee shop with a small smile on his face, Conner let out a slight yawn as he stretched lazily arms raising over his head. It was way too early for anyone normal to be awake right about now. His eyes felt like they were attached to weights trying to force him to close them. He knew that if he didn't get some energy in him, he would be falling asleep still on his feet. It wouldn't even be the first time that it had happened. His friends and even his family had a tendency to jokingly say that he had narcolepsy with how often he would be falling asleep at times when he shouldn't be. Back when he was at school it had become a regular occurrence for him to fall asleep during his breaks. When he was really unlucky, he even had a tendency to fall asleep during his classes. It was still kind of a shock to some of his teachers that he didn't fall asleep during his exams until after he had already finished answering all of his questions. "Stupid work getting me up at a stupid time." He mumbled to himself eyes trailing down on his feet as he walked past the red lines at his feet. It was hard sometimes knowing that while everyone else had a line his was severed. It felt like he was broken, incomplete. Unwanted. It was like everyone had a person that they were destined to be with except for him. Maybe he was just being melodramatic, but that harrowing memory of the moment his string broke during college was still something that had haunted him to this day.

14:32

It was like one moment he had a soulmate to meet the next, well he had no one. Ordering his drink using very little words he nodded gratefully to the barista and gave them a tip before he pivoted on his step. Taking a large sip of the black forest coffee in his hands as his eyes shut in pleasure. For a moment he said nothing enjoying the caffeinated bliss that the hot drink gave him. His eyes stayed closed nose filled with the scent of the coffee That peace didn't last long though, as the man was caught by surprise when he was bumped into out of no where, forced to drop The drink in his hands as he felt the hot liquid spill all over his chest, spilling his white shirt with the hot coffee, even as he bit his lower lip to contain a grunt of pain. His eyes snapped open, just in time to spot the person that had bumped into him, leaning forward to grab her by her shoulders to keep her steady. His eyes looked her up and down when she apologised to him seeing her flushed face, before he looked at the coffee that soaked her chest quickly nodded when he couldn't see any signs of her being hurt. "It's fine." He quickly said waving her off with a gentle smile "It was just a mistake, we all make mistakes. Are you okay madam?" He asked her letting go off her shoulders to rub his now wet shirt feeling like he probably smelt like coffee now.

Yara nodded her head when the gentleman had asked her if she had been alright. Of course, she couldn’t really get a good look at him while her glasses were on the floor. She bent down quickly to pick them up before someone accidently stepped on them. Once the familiar oval frames were nestled in their place, she offered a sheepish smile while she looked up and met his face. Her mouth nearly fell to the floor as she took in his features. The man was like a god when it came to aesthetics and her fingers were already itching to sketch. Yara shut her mouth quickly, having realized that she must have looked like a fish out of water. “Ah...y-yes, I am fine. Thank you. Let me replace your lost drink.” She tucked her light auburn hair behind her ear and moved around the gentleman. There was no one else in line so Yara handed the barista the money to replace his cup of joe. She went to the small side table that held extra sugar and creamer as well as napkins. She grabbed and handful and handed some to the man. “I’m terribly sorry. I’m normally better at not tripping over my own two feet.” Her cheeks had cooled down some but were still tinted a complimentary shade of pink. She wiped at her shirt and sighed at the cream-colored top, getting the coffee stain out would require dry cleaning. Thinking of which Yara dug into her wallet and pulled out a small black business card. “I am so sorry, please feel free to email me the invoice for dry cleaning.”

15:08

The barista pushed the coffee towards them but otherwise minded his own business as the two discussed. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened in the coffee shop and the barista knew it wouldn’t be the last. Yara grabbed the two cups and held up the one for the man, “One coffee, no harm done...” She let her eyes slip down to the giant stain on his shirt and hers. “Well, mostly.” She nervously chuckled. Today just was not her day and Yara wanted to escape this cringe worthy moment. She was so focused on the stains and coffee that she hadn’t realized the man also contained a severed string.

For a moment Conner was planning to turn on the coffee, not really wanting to put her out. But before he could say anything she had already payed for the coffee. Well before he could say anything she had already said a lot, it seemed to him like she was certainly energetic. Maybe she was just nervous. Happily taking the coffee from her he smiled as he kept his gaze on her face before he took a sip of his coffee. “It’s fine.” He repeated with a nod stepping back away from her as he saw that she had a stain on her shirt as well grabbing onto a chair next to him and pulling it out motioning with it using his free hand as an offer for her to take it. “With the number of things, I’ve spilt on myself some coffee is nothing to be worried about.” He added taking off his jacket quickly noticing that no coffee had gotten onto it. Just his shirt and his trousers a little. “No need to worry about the dry-cleaning bill by the way, all of this stuff can just go into the wash.” He took the card anyway with a shrug, taking another sip of the coffee to help wake himself up. His jacket was thrown over his shoulder, leaving him in just the shirt which now stuck to him as he stretched slightly shirt riding up to reveal a bit of his stomach.

15:53

His grin then then got teasing as he looked back at her, his hands rubbing the back of his head eyes twinkling with mischief. “So, was there a reason why you decided that I was target practice tonight? "He asked her playfully before he remembered that he never gave her his name. His hand raised pointing an open palm at her as he waited for her to take the seat or not. “I’m Conner by the way, Conner Tinning.” He informed her in greeting. As he spoke to her, he made a habit of not glancing at her threat, it always tended to fill him with dread knowing that no matter who he was speaking to things wouldn’t work out. She surely had her soulmate somewhere, maybe she had already met them. Him on the other hand he had no one. It took him a very long time to get over that realisation. Or at least to pretend to be over it.

Yara took the seat he had offered, her hands still shaking a bit as she placed her cup on the table. “Thank you.” She pulled the oversized sweater she had on to cover the stain, feeling rather self-conscious. Yara nervously chuckled at the man’s attempt at making light of the situation. She looked from her cup to him and she couldn’t help but notice how the shirt on him clung to his skin and Yara caught herself staring. She cleared her throat before taking a drink of her macchiato. “Well, I guess I just locked on to the first handsome target I saw.” Her attempt at flirting could be seen as rusty at best and she wanted to cringe at herself. She offered a small smile hearing his name, a small dimple appearing on her left cheek. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Conner Tinning,” she removed her hand from around her cup and took the one he offered. “Yara, Yara White.” The hand that she had offered was thankfully the one without her string, as she really hated to be reminded of how her life was doomed to forever be alone. She knew more than likely the man had a soulmate out there somewhere waiting for their fateful meeting. But Yara knew there was no harm in admiring someone and light flirting.

05:38

It was one of the small things that helped her manage her loss, very briefly a look of sadness would cross her face but just as quickly it was gone and replaced with a playful twinkle. “Have you ever modeled before? You have amazing bone structure...” She took his hand and shook it, admiring his hands as well; Yara hadn’t been joking about his bone structure. He’d make a great model for her sculpting class. “If you’d ever be interested my number is on my business card. If he took a look at it, the card would have her name, studio address and phone number. “I’m an aspiring artist and always looking for new inspiration.” Clearly, her clumsiness had landed her a gold mine; that was if Conner would take her up on her offer. She picked up her drink, her eyes closing briefly as she inhaled the aroma of the sickeningly sweet drink that she always preferred over regular coffee. Yara took a drink and sighed content with the warmth the drink was providing. “So, Mr. Tinning. What do you do for a living?”

When she called him, handsome Conner flushed lightly looking away from her before he felt her soft hand accept is handshake making his grip quickly tighten. He smiled at her calloused fingers from making papers quickly wrapping around hers. His thumb rubbed against her knuckles for a second as his handshake was firm but gentle before the let go off her hand and took his own seat in front of her leaning against the table. He looked at the card in his hand trying to do his best to memorise the details just in case he lost the card before he slipped the card inside of his shirt pocket. Fighting the urge to flush when she complemented him a couple more times he instead smirked and rested his hand on his chin his eyes meeting hers. “This modelling that you want me to do.” He started fingers rubbing the stubble on his chin. “I’m allowed to wear clothes, right?” He asked her with a wink. He kept his eyes away from the strings attached to their arms, knowing that looking at them would only ruin his mood. Raising his coffee to his lips he quickly took another sip letting the bitter taste fill his mouth. “But no, I have never really considered modelling before, I think you’re the first person that has ever offered to sculpt me.” He didn’t really know enough about an amazing bone sculpture to say whether or not he actually he had one or not but he decided against questioning it. He did spend college playing football but since he became a professor, he had been too busy for it. He still did his best to stay active while he could, but nowadays he did more reading and lecturing then exercise. “I’m a professor, I teach at a college not far from here.” He explained to her to her, “History to be more specific.” He added.

06:38

For a moment he seemed to think about something, his thumb rubbing his chin before he nodded at her, leaning forward on the table to get closer to her. “I don’t need to call you about dry cleaning but if you would like to make me into an art project you could probably convince me over dinner.” He told her with a smirk deciding to take his shot.

Yara swallowed at his words, her mind wondering what he looked like underneath and she wasn’t sure if it was because of art or her own sexual frustration. “Well, clothing is accepted yes. Though we have had some nude models in our studio. It’s whatever the model is comfortable with.” The slight tinge of blush appeared on her cheeks again as she averted her gaze from the stubble on his chin to staring at the barista currently cleaning off a table nearby. She smiled, hearing he’d never been offered before, of course she normally didn’t try and recruit people in this way herself but something had pulled her to asking and she wasn’t going to turn down the possibility of him accepting. Hearing him say the words sculpt, Yara’s mind pictured her hands exploring the edges and groves of his body and she practically shivered. She coughed to clear her throat at hearing he was a professor. Her previous thirsty thoughts pushed so the side. “You mean K University?”

07:16

Yara sat back to process this information and took another sip of her drink, her legs crossing as she did so. “My studio is actually on campus...” She sat her drink down and looked over at Conner. She supposed they hadn’t crossed paths before because the art department and the history department were on opposite ends of the campus. “Currently working on my masters and I volunteer for the community art class that the campus holds for seniors.” Yara sat upright and finished off the last bit of her coffee when he mentioned the dinner proposition. “Oh, well I certainly eat dinner. And my afternoon is currently open... I would love to try and convince you.” She used her free hand to push her glasses up on the bridge of her nose as they slipped slightly. “There’s a small little bistro not far from the campus that has amazing pasta.” She slowly stood and walked over to the trashcan that was against the wall behind Conner. When she came back to the table, she leaned on it, their proximity close enough that she could smell his cologne. Yara raised an eyebrow and offered. “I could make a reservation for... let’s say, eight o’clock?”

Conner couldn’t help but grin as he saw how flustered she became from his words, his confidence growing as he became more comfortable speaking to her. She wasn’t his soulmate; he wouldn’t let himself get his hopes up there nothing that his string had broken years ago. And once a string broke, he had never heard of it getting fixed. Then again, he hadn’t really heard of strings breaking either. But still just because she wasn’t he didn’t have a soulmate didn’t mean he was happy to spend his life alone. He bit his lower lip to hold back another comment thinking about saying that the only way that he would be posing nude would be if they were having a private modelling session. “Well, Yara, when you do draw me, you should make sure that you draw my good side.” He told her jokingly. His eyes widened slightly when she told him that she went to the university that he worked at before he smiled. “It’s a small world out there I guess.” He told her with a smile before he finished his drink getting up once she stood up and binned her coffee cup. “Eight sounds good to me.” He told her with a grin leaning into her to let his shoulder brush against hers. He leaned forward letting his body get even closer to hers, so close that his hot breath pressed against her neck. “I’ll be in my office marking papers until then, how about I pick you up at quarter to seven and we can walk up together.” He offered her.

10:19

He knew that it probably would have been best for him to not make dinner plans, usually he tended to just spend his lunch in the office and get back to doing paperwork right after. It was currently midterms after all, he had a lot of papers to grade and not much time. On the bright side he was going to be getting some time off soon. It would be a nice reprieve from work. What he was hoping to be a date with a very pretty lady his age sounded like an even better reprieve to him now that he was thinking about it.

When Conner moved in and their shoulder’s brushed, she felt her breathing hitch and Yara wasn’t quite sure how to react. She hadn’t been this physically close in a long time, and while he spoke his breath caressed the sensitive skin of her neck and she was at a loss for words she just nodded. She cleared her throat and stood up, her hand going to her neck where goosebumps had risen. “That’s fine, I should be in the studio working on the piece for my final...” She shyly looked away at nothing in particular. “There should be other students in the art building so if you have trouble finding me then someone there should be able to direct you.” She pushed her glasses up further on her nose. “Not to boast, but I’m pretty popular around there.” Yara let her chocolate brown eyes turn on his face and she offered another smile, extending her hand for him to take. “It was a pleasant surprise, literally running into you this morning. And I look forward to this evening.” She would shake his hand then she turned to leave, heading for the door she’d take one last glance at Conner before exiting the café. On the walk back to her car Yara was baffled at the events that had just transpired. Here she was swearing off getting close to others only to be thrust into the lap, or chest of someone. She shook her head as she pulled out another cigarette and paused in her walk to get the thing lit. She took a long drag off of it to calm her nerves. She needed to go home before heading into the studio which would set her back on time but she refused to be in a shirt with a coffee stain all day.

11:32

Back at her apartment she threw her top into a dry cleaning back and rifled through her closet. She settled on a black turtleneck that flattered her curves, and underneath it she wore a spaghetti strap top. The turtleneck was lovely but it was a bit sheer and she didn’t want all of her flesh exposed. She gave herself a once over before heading back out and on to the university campus. Once there she would begin to work on her painting. She would start by blending new colors on her pallet, the oil colors blending with a mastery that she had only gained with practice. Hours would pass by as she made small adjustments on the canvas that was almost as large as the room itself. The scene she had been painting on it one of two lovers entangled in sheets of gold, rays of sunshine coming through a window highlights the sensuality of their bodies. Yara had paint on her nose and a few specks on her cheeks but she was so absorbed into what she was doing she hadn’t realized it was almost the agreed upon time.

When she shook his hand Conner smiled at her part of him enjoying how distracted he could get her. He was being foolish he knew that already. But he didn’t care as he raised her hand to his and kissed the back of her hand before the let go off her and watched her leave, leaning back against the table to watch her closely until she left nearly falling off the table from how distracted he was from watching her move. For the next couple minutes, he sat there feeling dazed before he shook his head with a smile going to the till to buy a muffin before he left the café as well buying a muffin for the road before he headed to work. Luckily, he had a spare change of clothes in his office. The time that he had spent with her in the café felt like he something he could have become addicted to, a small smile on his face while he marked papers. Talking to her felt right, like he couldn’t go wrong when he spoke to her. When he flirted with her for a moment, he forgot that he didn’t have a soulmate. He forgot that she probably did have one, someone that wasn’t him. The next couple hours went by surprisingly quickly for him, he expected to be nervous but he wasn’t every time that he thought about, he couldn’t help but smile. He was excited to see her in a way that he hadn’t felt in a long time. In a way that he hadn’t felt since before his threat broke. When half eight came he was quick to pack up his stuff, putting it into the boot of his car before he went back to the campus, quickly making a beeline over towards where he knew the art studio was. He almost got lost for a moment before he managed to work out where she was. For about five minutes he waited outside of the door until quarter past came, a little too nervous to go in early. But when quarter past came he smiled, knocking on the door lightly, then when no one accepted the door, he frowned and knocked. For about a minute he said nothing.

14:18

Maybe he had the wrong place, or something came up and she had to go. Maybe she met her soulmate and forgot about him. Steeling himself he clenched his hands into fists and pushed the door open not sure what he was expecting to see. When he spotted her in that room, he couldn’t help but smile, his worries fading away as he relaxed instantly. His eyes scanned her over as he saw her in her element, paint over her face as if she was the canvas not the large canvas in front of her. She’s beautiful, he couldn’t help but think as he looked at her before he smirked as he saw exactly what she was painting. “From your offer to paint me nude earlier I already knew that you were charged but I didn’t know that it was this bad.” He joked slowly walking over to her to get a better look of the position that the two people were in. “If you're worried about realism, we could create the scene here.” He offered her playfully with a wink still kind of surprised with himself that he was talking to her like this.

Yara was so immersed in painting that she hadn’t heart the door slide open and Conner entering. It probably didn’t help that she had on some classical music that tended to go from quiet to loud at times. However, when Conner had spoken, she was momentarily startled and jumped, her paintbrush dropping from her hand and rolling on the floor only to stop at the edge of the canvas. Her face flushed as she spun, her hair which was in a loose bun became undone as she did so. “Oh!” She looked from Conner to the clock which sat on the opposite wall as her canvas. He was a little early, for a moment she had been worried that they would have missed their reservation and it would have been her fault. She cleared her throat as she bent over to pick up her paintbrush. Without realizing it Yara was giving Conner a very clear view of her backside and the jeans she was currently wearing were tight enough to not leave anything to the imagination. When she was upright again, she grabbed the rest of her brushes and went to the small sink that was close to where Conner was standing. “I’m not that worried about the realism, but your offer makes me feel like it won’t take much to convince you to model for me.” She shot him a playful smile over her shoulder as she quickly cleaned off the paints and sat the brushes down to dry. “As for me being charged as you say...” She turned and removed the apron she had worn to keep the paint from getting on her turtleneck and tossed it on the rack where others of similar nature rested. “Well, I can’t help but feel a spark when a handsome man flirts with me...”

04:57

Yara wasn’t sure where this flirtatious version of herself was coming from, generally she was more on the reserved side and only kept to simple pleasantries when dealing with others, especially those of the other sex. It had been that way since she had been in high school and her soulmate, her best friend at the time had died suddenly in a car crash. She pushed the darker thoughts of hers to the side. “Well, look at the time. We should probably start heading that way, no?” She looked at herself in the mirror near the sink and frowned. She had paint on her face, sighing she grabbed a cloth and quickly removed the few spots that somehow managed to be larger than a speck. When she was done, she tossed the rag in the sink and lead Conner out of her small studio room. “I’m starving.”

He wasn’t quite as smartly dressed as the first time they bumped into each other, the meeting that he had in the morning was over allowing him to unwind a little taking off his jacket, and even his tie. Black trousers were around his legs, ending at his dress shoes, and his torso was covered by a white shirt that clung to his body, hinting at a broad firm chest, and strong shoulders. When she bent over to grab the paintbrush Conner flushed lightly his gaze quickly going to her backside as he took in the clear view, she gave him. She was wow. “Your jeans look nice.” he mumbled more to himself then to her. His hands rested on his hips as her looked at the way that her jeans clung to her body. Before he could get himself lost in starring, he shook his head and rested his hands in his pockets resting his hands in his pockets while she turned around to face him, he made sure to keep his gaze on her face, looking at her long hair and the specks of paint on her face. “I feel like there wouldn’t be much you would need to do to convince me Yara.” He told her with a smile as she led him out of the studio. If he was being honest, he probably preferred how she looked with the specks of paint on her face. He could imagine her standing up in that music filled art studio, a look of complete concentration as she drew. Forgetting about everything, but the canvas in front of her that could be turned into anything that she could imagine. Stepping with her, he grinned as he took her hand in his, his calloused thumb rubbing soft circles into her knuckles as he let her lead him until they left the room before he took the lead, leading her over towards his car. “I’m surprised that you don’t feel charged more often then.” He told her before leaning forward letting his lips brush against her ears. “A beautiful lady like you I don’t see how anyone would be able to not flirt with you.” he whispered to her before he back a soft smile on his face. “I could eat as well Yara, and we

08:20

ll I’ve heard that modelling can really give someone an appetite so maybe it’s best we get out fill. so, is it within walking distance or would you like to get a ride there?” He asked her, his smile never fading as he leaned into her softly letting his shoulder brush against hers. When they were talking, he couldn’t help but think about how beautiful she was, he imagined running his hands through her red locks. His gaze glanced at her lips, wondering if they were as soft as they looked. How they tasted. When he looked at her, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts go to weird places, places that he probably shouldn’t be entertaining. He imagined spending a lazy morning with her, in between the sheets. Not much would be said in his mind as the two of them were tangled in-between each other's bodies. Lying under the sheets with nothing on their minds other than each other.

Yara's heart skipped a beat when he took her hand, his calloused fingers sending little jolts of energy through her body. Conner was being very forward with his flirting. If Yara was honest with herself she would admit she liked it. It was a refreshing change from how most guys tried to approach her. She offered him a small smile. "Well, it's not that they don't, it's more of...the way they approach me that generally puts me off." She would leave out the part about seeing fate strings and how that kept her from wanting to get closer to others. She looked at his back as he took the lead and led her to his car. The little bump of their shoulders touching had her rattled momentarily. If she wasn't careful this man could easily find his way behind her walls she had worked so hard to build. Yara looked from the car to Conner and shook her head. "As much as I'd love a ride. It's just two blocks that way and," She glanced at her watch. "We still have time. It's a really pretty day, let's not waste it, shall we?" Yara nodded in the direction that they needed to go before leading the way. As they walked Yara caught herself repeatedly trying to look at his hand, and each time she'd stop herself and focus on something else around them. She's look at a flower, or a tree, anything to prevent her from ruining the mood. She wanted to enjoy this as long as she could before being swept back into reality. She tucked her hands into her back pocket and took a deep breath as they waited for the crosswalk light to turn. "How was your day? I bet grading papers can get tedious…"

He smiled softly at her when they reached the crosswalk, his arm wrapping around her waist as they came to a stop. “Your right on that bet, grading papers really isn’t all that fun.” He started before he gently pulled her body close to his. “But I would say that my day has been great I got a date with a beautiful lady I think you would quite like her.” He told her with a wink his fingers starting to rub soft circles into her side. When the lights came green, he let himself stretch back clicking lightly before he slowly crossed the road making sure to wait for her to be start walking as well. “So Yara how was your day?” He asked her back with a smile, turning to face her as his eyes looked her up and down making a note to not look at her hand knowing that glancing at her thread would ruin his mood. “I see that you changed your clothes, you look beautiful.” As he walked with her, he let himself slowly move closer to her, his shoulder brushing against hers as the two of them walked. When he felt with her, he felt relaxed, he felt confident. He glanced at some of the other people that were walking around them noticing that a lot of them were couples. Normally when he saw people walking in pairs with their soulmate he felt out of place. Like he didn’t belong. But right now, he didn’t feel like he didn’t belong. He didn’t feel lonely. He was never this flirty around anyone other than her. He leaned forward as she led him towards the bistro his lips inches away from her ears as he kept himself from saying anything too flirty. “If you would like I would be happy to give you a ride later.” He offered her with a wink playfully nudging her shoulder with his. Every now and then he couldn’t help but think about the fact that he had a soulmate and he didn’t. Why she was entertaining him right now he wasn’t sure, his nerves made him think that she was just seeing this as some kind of game for a moment. Some kind of prank. At times he couldn’t help but imagine what thin

06:45

gs would have been like if they were soulmates, maybe they would have found each other sooner. Maybe instead of having a date right now they would be going home together for a home cooked meal, he couldn’t stop himself from imagining marrying her. When he looked at her face, he couldn’t help but imagine what they’re kids would have looked like.

"My day was alright...when I'm in my element time is...I wouldn't say nonexistent but it isn't hard for me to forget about it." She gave him a smile when he complimented her clothes. She was glad she took the time earlier to go home and change. It was strange, how at ease she felt while being around him. The give and take they had when flirting was a nice change of pace. Yara blushed and looked at Conner through hooded lashes. "I might take you up on that offer if you're not careful." The man was laying it on and it was just the right amount of flirting that it was keeping her interested and engaged when normally she would have mentally and emotionally checked out by now. "But after you model for me, of course." She winked right back at him and nudged him with her arm. It seemed like in the blink of an eye they were at the restaurant, the quaint little building looked like it was misplaced with the hustle of the newer architecture but it made Yara love the place even more. It looked like it belonged in Italy instead of a busy city in the states. The doors opened and the waft of garlic and butter hit them and Yara felt her stomach rumble. They were greeted by a short elderly woman and she ushed them in and sat them at a small table with candles already lit. "Sit sit, pretty couple get's best seat in house, yes?" She pulled out a small pad and paper and looked at them. "Drinks? We have lovely selections of wine." She beamed them a smile.

When he caught the appetising smell of garlic and butter, he bit his lower lip feeling his stomach growl in hunger. If the food at the restaurant tasted half as good as it smelt then well, he probably might have found his new favourite restaurant. He smiled at the woman who ushered them him, pointedly deciding not to correct her about them not actually being a couple. Instead, he pulled out her Yara’s chair for her standing behind it so that he could tuck her in once she sat down. “Thank you, wine sounds great can we get a bottle of whatever is most recommended here?” He asked the woman with a smile before he turned back over to Yara. “Maybe I shouldn’t be careful then, because I would be very happy for you to take me up on my offer.” He told her with a grin, speaking slowly to let his voice drop an octave. Not wanting to lay on the flirting too thick he let himself relax slightly as he stood behind her chair shoulders loosening while he rolled them in a shirt that was probably a little too tight for him. “You’ve been to here a couple times right Yara? Is there anything in specific that you would recommend?” He asked her. The heat of the small room was probably getting to him as he stood there, feeling himself start to sweat lightly. His hands rising to his collar to undo the top couple buttons so that his neck would be allowed to breath. If she saw the clothes that he tended to wear while he relaxed or exercised then she probably would be massively surprised, he wasn’t really one for formalwear until he had started to work as a professor. “Would you mind leaving the wine on ice when it’s brought, Mrs?” He asked the kind server they had with a gentle smile, tilting his head to the side slightly as he was unsure what her name was.

Yara would need to get used to blushing when she was around Conner apparently, and she didn't mind it but it felt very warm and she cleared her throat. She was beginning to second guess wearing the turtleneck sweater she had chosen. "Wine would be lovely." She added when Conner requested whatever was most popular. "Mm, just Mrs will do, and our red is from a local vineyard, very popular, yes?" She looked at Yara and nodded. She turned to look at Conner and gave him a dazzling smile as he pulled out her chair for her. She sat down and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She cleared her throat and picked up the menu." It will no nicely thank you. Can I get my usual? Shrimp fettuccini with white sauce." She pointed to a couple things off the menu. "If you don't like seafood there's chicken, and the pork medallions with brandy cream sauce is also a favorite of mine... then there's the classics of course." "Complementary garlic bread will be here shortly." The older woman would smile and write down Yara's order and wait for Conner to tell her his before she would scurry off. When she did Yara would watch and smile, "You know, she opened this place years ago and I still don't know her name. But I could tell you her husband is the head chef, her daughter attends university in the culinary department and plans to help run the family business once she graduates." She chuckled softly tucking the hair behind her ears before returning her attention to Conner. "Thank you for coming here with me, I always dine for one so this is a nice difference."

Conner smiled when Yara sat down on her chair gently tucking her into her seat as he ordered the pork medallions off of her recommendation, and if he let his fingers rub against her hips as he tucked her in then well, he just hoped that she wouldn’t hold it against him too much. “The pork medallions please.” He told the woman with a smile before turning his attention back to Yara once the woman had left the two of them alone. He leaned forward into her, letting his hands run through her hair softly to push a strand of her hair out from in front of her face before he turned away from her and took his own seat opposite hers looking up at her with a smile. This was the first time that he had ate out in a long time, far too long. He had gotten pretty used to readymade meals and takeout ever since he had moved away from home. At first it was just because he was too lazy to cook properly in college then back when he was at Uni, he just didn’t really have enough time. He could still cook; he was pretty sure of it he just didn’t really have much of a desire to cook for himself anymore. He nodded as he heard her explanation about the history of this restaurant, a small smile on his face as he made a note to recommend the place if he ever got the opportunity. With him working in the history field he didn’t know many of the other students at the university, he had filled in for the odd business or math professor but he knew enough about where his talents lied to never fill in an art or culinary lesson so he had no idea who she was talking about. “It sounds like a lovely place then, and well with complementary garlic bread I would say this place is already worth a revisit.” He told her with a grin before he let himself rest his arms on the table as he relaxed waving her off with a smile when she thanked him. “My dinner plans until now was probably to order in food before going back to revising tests, now I’m eating what I’ve been told is great Italian food with a very b

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eautiful lady so I should be thanking you.” He told her with a grin before he winked. “Especially since you were the one who asked me out anyway.” He added teasingly.

Yara felt her heart flutter when his hands touched her hips, and again when he moved a strand of her hair out of her face. She found herself staring at the buttons he had undone on his shirt. She found him attractive, especially his mannerisms and how he carried himself. He seemed to have this confidence and she wondered if his soulmate was out there with the same amount as him. She swallowed and looked away when the lady brought the bread and oil dip to their table. Yara took one of the small plates and took one of the bread twists. Her eyes focused on the task, she ripped it apart carefully before dipping it in the oil and swirling it around to mix the oil and vinaigrette that rested at the bottom. Yara felt something come over her, she wanted to rattle him like he seemed to keep doing to her. Leaning over the table she put the bread to his lips. Her eyes looking from the bed to his mouth. "Here, this is the best way to eat it..." She would wait for him to take the bite, and after he did she'd let her fingers lightly touch his bottom lip before pulling back. She dipped the other ripped part and swirled it before putting it to her own lips and taking a bite. She licked her fingers before speaking. "I clearly remember it was you who asked me out. Even if it was in a round about way. But if you want to give me the credit..." She smiled and leaned forward resting her head on her hand. She raised an eyebrow as the waitress brought their wine and glasses of water to accompany it.

When she pushed the breadstick into his mouth Conner flushed lightly feeling her finger brush against his lower lip while the taste of garlic filled his mouth. He wasn’t expecting her to make a move that forward, he really wasn’t. But it wasn’t definitely a move he liked. Once he got his composure back, he grinned at her watching her body move as she ate. He couldn’t help but let his gaze go to her lips picturing his lips on hers as he kissed her. Her advancement was certainly a surprise but it was a very welcome one as he was left pleasantly off guard. He nodded to the waitress that gave the two of them their wine, waving gratefully before he smirked as the waitress left quickly leaning forward as he let himself get close to Yara again his hand rising up her face to cup her jaw. “Maybe it was me who asked you out, maybe it was you but what I do know is...” He paused as he let himself lean in, his face inches away from hers as he licked his lips. For a moment he said nothing before he let his finger brush against her top lip, the calloused pad of his thumb rubbing against her soft skin. “Just that you spilt a bit of that oil on your lips.” He said with a teasing grin showing her the bit of garlic oil that he had gained on his thumb before he licked it off with his hand ever breaking eye contact with her as he sucked his thumb. When he was done teasing her as light hearted payback for her getting him with the breadstick he smiled leaning back in his chair as he fought the growing urge to look at her hand. As a distraction he grabbed the bottle of wine and pulled it out of the ice bowl quickly opening it with a pop being careful to not let it hit anything as he pulled it out. “So would you like a glass now or later?” He asked her with a small smile, pouring himself a glass before he took hers in his hand holding it up so that he could pour her some once he got her answer.

Yara found herself trying to swallow the lump in her throat as his finger touched her lip. It was only fair and the slight victory she had felt from catching him was all but forgotten as she felt her heart in her throat. She bit her lip and looked at the wine as he popped the cork. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose out of nervous habit and nodded. "Now, I'm feeling quite...thirsty." She emphasized the last word before she leaned back in her chair and straightened herself. She thought about removing her turtleneck but felt she'd be underdressed in just the spaghetti strap top underneath. The air felt thick and the flicker of the candles on the wall weren't helping. But Yara felt like the majority of her problems were caused by the man in front of her. However, Yara wouldn't complain. If she had known she was this pent up with sexual frustration she would have taken care of it herself before this evening. At her thoughts she cleared her throat and had opened her mouth to say something but stopped when she saw the waitress with their food. When the plates were sat before them she looked down at her plate and his, both looked like a slice of heaven served on a platter and she licked her lips in excitement. "If you'd like to try mind I might not mind letting you have a bite..." She picked up her fork and twirled some noodles before blowing on them, the steam rising from the noodles as she did so. Yara took the first bite and couldn't help but moan at the taste. The perfect blend of alfredo and butter with garlic just made her mouth water and she shut her eyes to appreciate the taste.

CT: He grinned back at her when she told him that she was thirsty, his head resting in his hands once he poured her a glass and slide it over to her. “If your thirst is that hard to quench, I can give you something to drink later.” He told her with a grin, her reaction to his thumb against her lips filling him with more confidence than any drink ever had. Part of him imagined kissing her at that moment, pinning her up against a wall and ravaging her. Once he slides her glass over to her, he smirked, letting his hand fall down from the table and cup her upper leg as his hands were hidden from anyone else other than her by the wooden table above them. His eyes scanned Yara as he saw how flushed she was, her glasses suited her he couldn’t help but think framing her face perfectly. “Yara, have I told you that your beautiful yet?” He asked her with a smile before he bit his lower lip and started too slowly lean into her. his eyes never leaving her lips. For a second he was about to kiss her before he heard the server place their plates onto the table making him nearly jump, his grip on her leg tightening slightly before he released what he was about to do. He shook his head to get his thoughts back on track, his earlier eagerness giving way to nerves before he shook the feelings away. They were here on a date, f he let himself into his head too much then he would be stuck thinking about the fact that she had a soulmate somewhere. He smiled as he got his thoughts back on track leaning back into his chair as he gave her more space. “If I say yes, are you going to try and feed me the same way that you fed me that garlic bread?” He asked her with a smile cutting into his pork with a smile before he took a large bite, biting his lower lip as he quickly found out why she recommended the food here so much.

Yara's eyes went from the man in front of her to the table where his hand currently rested on her leg beneath. She looked back up at his face and leaned in, as if the table was the only barrier holding her in. "Have I told you that you're a very striking and handsome individual?" She raised her eyebrow in askance before picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The moment before the food had arrived had been intense, she had the feeling that he would have kissed her and as she took a bite of her food she had an image in her mind of them clearing off the table and him taking her on it instead of the food they were currently eating. She cleared her throat hearing his question, her train of thought currently derailed. "Would you want me to?" She twirled more of her pasta on her fork, her eyes staying on him at she bit it and chewed, once done she licked her lip. With how heated things seemed to be going Yara wondered if she should take the chance and invite him back to her place. While it was a studio apartment she did have a decent bed. But the thing was, she had always frowned upon being intimate on the first date. Yet this man had her questioning everything, wanting things she had put on the back burner for so long. She picked up the wine glass and downed half of it in hopes it would help cool her off, when in fact it would do no such thing. After a few more bites she finished off the first glass and helped herself to a second one. Yara kept finding herself drawn to watching Conner.

He smiled back at her when he heard her response seeing pretty clearly that she was happy with his attempts to flirt with her, even more then that she was flirting back with him without difficulty. "I wouldn't be opposed to a lovely woman feeding me by hand, don't know who would be." He replied to her with a grin letting himself lean into her as a large part of him wished that they were alone right now. Or at least he hoped that there wasn't the table between the two of them as he couldn't help but imagine flipping the table over and claiming her, over and over again as he pressed her body against the wall. He shook his head to get those thoughts off his mind, his right leg crossed over his left as he hoped to not get too stirred up. It had been far too long since he had been with another person. Especially one as beautiful as her. Letting his hands wander he smiled and wrapped an arm around her hips as the two of them ate. His hand coming to a stop as it coiled around her on the middle of her hip. His fingers rubbing soft circles into her side before he continued to eat, doing his best to imagine that nothing was happening between them. "How about we trade?" He offered her with a smile taking another bite of the pork on his plate before he swallowed his food. "Have you tried the dessert here before?" He asked her before he smirked leaning forward to let his lips brush against her ear, breath brushing against her neck "because I'm interested in something sweet." He whispered to her, voice dropping low with a certain desire in it.

Yara mentally groaned, her eyes closing briefly as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The man was driving her wild and she wasn't sure how much more she could take. His fingers were causing her insides to somersault as he made the tiny circles. She felt the heat rising and it wasn't the room that was getting hot, it was between her legs. She looked at his plate when he offered the trade. "I wouldn't be apposed, though I'm pretty much full now." She set her for down when he leaned in and brushed his lips against her ear. Goosebumps formed along her neck as his breath caressed her skin, it was a particularly sensitive spot for her and a small moan escaped her throat before she could stop it. The breaking point for Yara was the comment about the desert and instead of answering it the way she should have she leaned in, her shoulder touching his chest and her face mere inches from his. "I think I have the dessert you're looking for in my apartment." Her hands were in her lap and practically trembling with the built up frustration she felt inside. She moved one hand from her own lap into his before speaking again, her voice coming out more seductive than she imagined she could. "That is... if you want something better than dessert." She let her hand move up slightly on his thigh, her nails putting just enough pressure. She was beyond logical thinking at this point, all Yara knew is that she wanted this man and she wanted him bad. If he felt the same way then she had no problem asking for the check and taking him back to her place. Come what may she wanted him in her bed and beneath her sheets and thighs. She licked her lips as she looked up at him, her glasses were slightly fogged from the close proximity. Yara swallowed as the last bit of courage hit her and she leaned slightly upward so that her lips could lightly graze his own. "Shall we...get the check?"

Hearing her moan he couldn't help but bite down on his lower lip, feeling her body lean into his as their lips brushed together. His hands wrapped more tightly around her hips before he nodded at her question. "Your not full yet Yara, although I think I might be able to fix that for you." He told her with as his eyes became foggy before he grabbed onto her jaw and pulled her in for passionate kiss. Both of his arms went around her waist as he kissed her, and if it weren't for his knee hitting against the arm of his chair he would have taken her right then and there. Being brought back into focus by the sligh pain of his knee hitting the hard wood of the chair. He raised his free hand trying to wave for the attention of the waitress. His other arm wrapped tightly around Yara's hips. "I remember promising to give you something to drink earlier maybe I should fix that." Once the woman gave them their check he was quick to pay, placing down a generous tip while he made a note to come back again at some point. "So Yara how close is your apartment, if you don't think you can wait that long to let me try your dessert we could always make a stop in my office." Comner offered her with a smirk, his hands on her hips while he lead her out of the restaurant. The moment he was sure that they didn't have any prying eyes he grinned stepping into her before he pinned her against the wall, his body pressing flush against his so that his arousal poked against her leg. "Are you sure you want this Yara?"

The kiss was heated and brief and Yara didn't know what to think, how to think. When he broke the kiss to summon the waitress for the check she used that time to try and calm her breathing. She opened her mouth to tell him and her words came out almost breathless, "I-it's about fifteen...minutes away." Yara felt like she was a school girl again as they quickly left the restaurant, when they had started walking back her heart was basically in her throat. That was until he pinned her up against a building's wall. Yara yelped quietly as he pressed himself into her. She could feel his eagerness and she groaned, her hips rubbing instinctually against his. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Yara grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down as she stood on her tiptoes forcing his lips down on hers. This wasn't a soft teasing kiss, but the starving kind. She let her hands move up into his hair and hold him there. Her tongue slipping inside to taste more of what he had teased her with earlier. A moan left her throat and she dug the nails of her other hand into his shoulder as she broke the kiss to come up for air. Her breathing was ragged and she stared at him, her knees were growing weak as her need grew. The moment to catch her breath was over and she went to go kiss him again.

He moaned as she pulled him down, hearing how sure she was of him, feeling her hips rubbing against his growing excitement, as he was quick to kiss her back, his lips moving with hers opening when she pushed her tongue into his mouth, before it closed again while he smirked sucking on her tongue. He grinned dumbly when she broke the kiss, his breathing being just as short as hers but before she could kiss him again he kissed her, his lips pressing against hers roughly before he moved his hands to her legs, hooking his hand under her knees to lift her up and press his hips against hers slowly beginning to rub his hardness against her forcing her to feel his growing need for her. For a moment he was planning to take her completely, to pull down her leggings and make her cry out his name over and over again until all she would be able to think about was him. Before he shook his head, slowly realising what they were about to do as he pulled away from her his forehead resting against hers as he panted. His throbbing erection feeling uncomfortable in his trousers as he looked at her with clear want, not trying to hide his feelings anymore. "If we keep up like this then I would have you bent over the wall right here in the middle of the street." He told her bluntly, his breathing coming in short breaths. For a moment he actually considered just taking her here before he remembered it would be a bad idea. "We should get back to your apartment.

Yara's nails dug into his shoulders as he lifted her up and onto his length, he clearly was as into this as she was and it thrilled her to no end. She moaned as her body moved against his and when he claimed her mouth she relished in the madness that had taken over her. A whimper left her lips when he had stopped. Her wide brown eyes staring at him as if hurt by the lack of physical contact. Forehead to forehead Yara closed her eyes to try and calm her breathing. He was right, if they continued here he would take her and she would let him, not caring if anyone saw or heard. She nodded her head quickly and fixed herself before leading him down to where she had left her car earlier. She would pull him to a small purple Volkswagen beetle with art supplies in the back. She looked at him and let go of his hand to unlock the door to the passenger side. "M ight be a tight fit, but it isn't that long of a drive." She had cooled down a bit since the walk from the restaurant and, she gave him a sweet smile before going to the drivers side and climbing in. The car would smell like oil paints and canvas cloths. She started the engine as she waited for him to hop in and buckle up. The drive itself took only fifteen minutes. Finally they were at her studio above another, she lead him up the steps quietly and unlocked her door as fast as possible. When they were inside her apartment she had slipped the sweater over her head before the door even shirt. Yara tossed it to the floor and pushed him against the door that just shut. She kissed him feverishly. Her hand slipping beneath his shirt to feel his bare chest.

The drive back to her apartment took much longer then he was expecting it to, well it didn't take long he had just imagined it taking longer then it did. Every second felt like minutes and every minute felt like hours. To pass the time he said nothing, instead placing his hands on her upper leg and rubbing the soft skin of her upper thigh wanting to keep her excitement from fanning away. When they stepped inside of her cozy looking apartment it was made clear to him that her need for him had never waned when she pounced on him, his eyes quickly checking out the top she was wearing under her turtleneck, as it was much more revealing then he was expecting. He grinned back at her feeling her lips press against his passionately with a sense of need that he was quick to reciprocate, chest tensing as he felt her hands exploring his body. His lips moved with hers, kissing her with bruising strength as his hands went to her hips, slipping underneath of her shirt from behind to rub circles into the back skin of her back. His tongue rubbed against her lips before it pushed it's way into her mouth quickly rubbing against her gums and teeth as if he was trying to commit every part of her mouth to memory. He walked forwards eagerly, spotting the bed in the corner of his vision, eagerly pushing her forward onto the bed before he pounced on her, his hands going to hers to pin them both behind her head, trapping her body underneath his. "Yara if I knew that meeting you would be so fun, I would have let you spill coffee on me years ago." He told her, his voice low hitched with lust.

Yara shut her eyes feeling his tongue claim her mouth and explored. Everywhere his hands touched she felt like she was on fire and she moaned against his mouth. She needed more of him and as if he could read her mind he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. When he threw her down she caught her breath but quickly lost it as he forced her hands above her head She stared at him then, chocolate brown eyes begging for him to take what they both wanted. Her breasts rising and falling with every breath she took. Yara squirmed beneath him, her hips rising enough to rub against his groin. "I'd have done it in a heartbeat, and on purpose had I known." She moved again, not trying to break his hold on her but enough to spread her legs even further apart. "Now what happened to quenching my thirst Professor Conner. She tried her best to lift her head and there was just enough slack on his hold that she was able to lick his lower jawline. Yara tried to think of the last time that she had felt this sort of desire, the wild wonton need to be taken, ravished by another person. The last time had been when she had been a freshman in high school, her best friend and soulmate. She shook the thought of soulmates and strings as far from her mind as she could and nipped at Conner's chin. She'd worry about his soul mate and the repercussions of what were just about to happen tomorrow. Right now she wanted this man to claim her in every way possible.

Conner moaned as he felt her hips rub against his groin making his body tense as he thrusted forward making his still covered reaction rub against her core as he looked down at her in lust. When she called him professor he grinned at her, forcing both of her hands together so that he could pin her wrists behind her with one hand slowly letting his free hand move down her body. It brushed against her hair, rubbed her soft face, barely skimmed her breasts as he got a good feeling of her body. Before it came to a stop between her legs. slowly undoing the buttons with one hand before he lifted himself upwards and inched them off her enough that he would be able to get his hand at her core. "Yara my students call me professor you on the other hand... can call me sir." He told her clear lust in his voice before he let himself lean forward to claim her lips with his, roughly kissing her as one of his hands tightened around her wrist, while the other went to his hips quick to undo his belt and pull it off of him. His eyes moved down her body, seeing how lost in pleasure she seemed to be, How she would squirm underneath his body even as she seemed to try and take control by kissing along his jaw, part of him was tempted to push her down and tease her. But he found it cute when she tried to take control. He knew that this relationship was probably doomed from the start, she would find her soulmate one day and forget about him then he would be alone once again. But for tonight "your mine." He let the possessive words leave his lips as he growled at her in lust quickly using his belt to tie her hands to the wooden frame of the bed.

Yara wiggled her hips to help him remove her tight jeans as they clung to her skin. She felt irritation that he didn't fully remove them but she sucked in a breath when he started to speak. Yara nodded her head, the sound of his voice music to her ears. "Y-yes sir!" When he claimed her mouth she willingly gave what he was was trying to take. Hearing him begin to remove his belt Yara bit her bottom lip and held her breath in anticipation. Your're mine. the words left his lips and she purred, something coming over her body. Like flame to oil Yara's body came alive underneath him after he cuffed her to the bed. Being in such a vulnerable state made her womanhood tighten with anticipation. She bit her lip before speaking in a voice just above a whisper. "Yours." Yara pulled on the belt to test its strength, they were just tight enough to cause friction against her skin and she shivered, the look of hunger in his eyes made her feel like she was to be devoured. She wouldn't mind it, in fact Yara was sure she would gladly accept it. To prove it to the universe or herself she exposed her throat like that of a wolf in heat. She wanted him to mark her, to show the world or fate itself to fuck off. Yara swallowed the knot in her throat and quivered beneath him at the realization that hit her just then, wanting to belong to someone again.

He growled at her in agreement when he heard her whispered admission of being his, he knew that it was just a lie, she had a soulmate that she belonged to. She wasn't his. But tonight she would be. His eyes moved up and down her body when she tested the strength of his belt around her wrists, smirking back at her when he saw that she made no move to try and escape her bindings. If he could he would have undressed her with his eyes, his hands on her hips when she exposed her throat to him, making his cock pulse, throbbing against her legs while he slowly rolled her top up. With her hands tied to the bedframe he made no attempt to get it over her head, instead he rolled it up to her neck, making sure that she would be able to breath still with her chest left bare. Taking her offered skin, he let himself lean down until he was lying against her fully, his erection rubbing up against her core, and his muscular chest pressing against hers before he kissed her lips roughly. For a moment he lingered, feeling her quiver underneath him, his tongue pushing it's way between her lips as if to tell her that he could do whatever he wanted to her before it pulled out of her smaller mouth and his lips left hers. He kissed a trail along her jaw, sucking down on her soft skin every know and then before he found the pulse point on her neck. Right above where the collar of her normal shirts would be knowing that the only way for her to cover it up without make up would be with either a turtle neck or scarf. "If you want me to mark you then I'm going to need you to not over it up Yara, Your mine and I want everyone to know it." He told her huskily, part of him not even sure why he was saying this but it felt right. His teeth grazed down against her neck before he bit down lightly leaving a mark that he knew would become a hickey. His hand slowly slid down her body, featherlike touches rubbing against her chest and stomach before he slid it underneath her jeans, calloused fingers q

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uickly starting to rub her just above her core, feeling a growing dampness over her panties that light his body alight in passion. "I think I found my dessert." He growled at her his lust filled eyes never leaving hers.

Conner lifting her shirt and exposing her flesh to the cool air had Yara's nipples become rigid, the little rose colored buds beckoning him to envelope them with his mouth. Every breath she took caused her grapefruit sized breasts to rise and fall making contact with his hot flesh. The feather light touches hurt more than the binds on her wrists. His tongue penetrated her lips and Yara tried to suck it, wanting to taste more of him; only for Conner to pull away and she bit her lip, a barely audible whimper leaving her lips. Yara nodded her head, her breathing hitched as he told her not to cover the mark. The thought of people knowing that she had been doing something like this made her heart tighten for a brief moment before she spoke. "Yes sir." Her head nodded her assent. When he bit down she moaned, her back arching at the sting of the sensation of his teeth leaving their mark on her skin. Heat shot from her neck down to her groin and Yara curled her toes, digging her heals into the ebony sheets beneath them. His fingers were hot and rough and it was exactly what her clit craved, needed. Yara spread her legs wider, her hips moving against his fingers as he coaxed her insides. Her voice came out in almost a purr like that of a cat as she spoke, "All yours, please just...do whatever you want." She swallowed hard as his finger continued to rub between her thighs, her breaths coming out in short little bursts. "I need more."

Hearing the need in her voice as she told him that he could do anything he wanted to her he groaned, feeling his desire for her grow. His calloused finger slowly slid underneath her panties to rub her directly, the feeling of her slick core meeting his fingers made him moan as he pressed harder, thumb rubbing against her entrance. It took all his will to not push his finger inside of her right then and there. His eyes looked her body up and down directly making a note of her breasts that looked like they would make a perfect handful for him. He licked his lips as he saw her hard nipples that looked like they would be at home between his lips. "Your mine to do whatever I want with, but first Yara I want to make you beg for me." He told her with a smirk before he leaned forward to press his lips against her breasts feeling how her back would arch in as he touched her. His tongue left his mouth to lick her nipple as he rested his body against hers, his hard member rubbing against her upper thigh as he moved his finger in slow circles rubbing against her core. "Yara I'm going to taste every part of you." He growled out to her before he closed his mouth around her breast, his teeth grazing against her soft skin. He sucked down on her breast tongue rubbing against her hard nipple as for now he focused on just just her left breast. His hand reluctantly moved away from her core as he tasted her, both of his hands stopping at the waistband of her jeans before he started to slide them off of her, his eyes looking down her body with lust.

Yara arched her back as he claimed her left breast. It was amazing, the softness of his tongue as it circled her nipple. She especially liked the way his facial hair rubbed and pricked her skin to combat the softness of his tongue. She pulled in the restraints as he neglected her right, she wanted him to do the same treatment on the other. The man growling sent shivers down her mind and she didn't care ifbhe tasted every part, as far as she was concerned he could devour her. As he removed her pants she helped and kicked them completely off, flinging them somewhere across the room. She spread her legs to give him a better view, her body feeling the heat from his gaze as he stared. With him not in top of her completely Yara tried to reposition herself in her pillow. She shook her head as a thought crossed her mind and she bit her lip. With how he was behaving she wanted to test the waters. With his eyes still on her spread legs she crossed them closing the access that was previously granted. Her breathing hitched as she stared from her closed legs to his face. "How bad do you want it?"

He bit down lightly as she helped him get her jeans off, his eyes looking down her body with lust as she spread them open for him, exposing her soaking panties that he knew that was covering a pussy that was aching for him. He had never felt so needed before, it filled his body with fire. Part of him wanted to just tear off her clothes then and there and fuck her until all she could say was pant his name. But he wanted to savour it, to savour her. He licked his lips tongue rubbing against her nipple as he imagined what she tasted like, what it would feel like inside of her. When she suddenly closed her her legs and asked him how badly he wanted he felt his grip on her hips tighten. He needed her, his cock ached in trousers throbbing as a clear. "I don't just want it Yara, I need you." He told her his voice low in lust, before he moved his hands to his trousers quickly undoing them and throwing them down onto the floor like she did to reveal that he was pitching a pretty big tent inside of his pants. He moved forward until his hips were in front of her face, trapping her between his boxer clad cock, and the bed. His hands ride up her body to cup her face, thumb rubbing against her lips "does this show how much I need you?"

Yara lost all the air in her lungs as she watched him take off his pants, her eyes focused on his massive tent pitched inside his underwear. She licked her lips as he moved so he was right in front of her. She slightly parted her lips when his thumb rubbed them. She took his finger in her mouth and suckled it, her brown eyes hooded with desire as she stared up at his face. Yara nodded her head at his question, his thumb still in her mouth. She let it circle the top of his thumb and imagined what it would be like for it to be his cock instead. Yara released his thumb from her mouth with a pop. Her voice hitched up an octave as she looked from his face to the tent before her. "About that drink..." Her tongue darted out of her mouth and traced her bottom lip. With her hands still bound there wasn't much she could do, all she could hope for was that he would give her what she asked and more. She looked back up at him and leaned forward just a bit so the warmth of her breath could be felt through his boxers. "I'm...rather parched."

Conner bit down on his lower lip as he felt her mouth take in his thumb, her tongue rubbing against him making his balls ache as she realised his thumb. With his cock as hard as it was it was lucky it didn't burst out of his pants and when she told him that she was thirsty he growled at her in aching lust. His eyes shut for a moment as he pictured it, imagined having his cock in-between those lips of hers. "Well Yara with how hot this room is I wouldn't want you to be getting thirsty." He told her with a grin before he took the hand that was just in her mouth and brought it down between her legs, his thumb slipping underneath her panties to rub her directly. HIs thumb teasing her as he barely kept the digit from slipping inside of her warmth. With his other hand he wrapped his fingers around the waistband of his pants before he yanked it down revealing a large cock that was aching for her. "Well Yara I hope that I'll be able sate your thirst enough." He told her with a groan biting his lower lip as her hot breath pressed against him directly his long cock springing out and hitting her chin with his tip.

Hands bound Yara couldn't just grab his cocknand put it in her mouth, but she wasn't worried. When it hit her chin she couldn't help but let out a little laugh. Her eyes had a gleam to them while she looked up at him. "I think you'll be more than enough sir." She eyed his girth in front of her face and let her tongue flick against the tip, she would watch as it twitched. Yara would tease him like that a couple of times, letting her tongue trace the tip of him before finally claiming it with her mouth. He was salty, but it wasn't a bad taste to Yara and she letnout a little moan. She wished her hands were free to grab his ass, she had a feeling it was as magnificent as the rest of him. Ever so slowly she would take more of him into her mouth before he was touching the back of her throat and her uvula. She gagged briefly but quickly recovered as she began to slowly bob her head up and down, the qhole time her eyes stating up at Conner with lust. His fingers teasing her lower lips caused her to moan again, with him at the back of her throat he would be able to feel the vibrations as she did. Yara would spread her legs wider then. Giving him all the access she could in her current position.

Conner moaned as he felt her take in his length, his hard cock pulsing as he was teased feeling her soft tongue rub against tip for a couple seconds before he felt soft lips wrap around the bulbus tip of his cock, standing at attention for her as he forced his impulse to thrust his hips forward into her wet mouth. His fingers slowed down a little in clear pleasure as he felt her mouth take him completely, he moaned as he felt how tight her throat got when he hit the bac of her throat. One of his hands quickly found itself on her right breast rubbing and pinching her nipple as his cock started to slowly leak precum into her mouth. For a moment his eyes would look her up and down feeling like he had never seen a hotter sight then her looking up at him as she started to suck him off, feeling her soft lips mouth up and down his cock making his cock ache in need for her. The moans she would let out made his pleasure all the more brighter the vibrations she was sending along his length made his toes curl as his cock twitched in her mouth. When she spread her legs as wide as he could in her current position, he grinned back at her his eyes going back to hers as he saw his invitation. His fingers rubbed against her core faster not wanting to be the only one getting pleased right now. “Damm Yara your just so beautiful.” Conner murmured before he moved his finger forwards rubbing against her entrance as it slowly pushed itself inside of her feeling how wet she was against his fingers.

Yara enjoyed the feeling of pressure every time his cock rammed the back of her throat. She was overjoyed when he let his fingers slip inside and she bobbed her head up and down quicker now. Hearing him call her beautiful she grunted her response, the grunt itself sent another wave of vibrations down his length. Yara swallowed his precum when it came and she groaned, wanting, needing more from him than just his fingers. She took all of him in her mouth one last time and ever so lightly let her teeth graze his flesh as she released him from the chasm of her mouth. She licked her lips as she looked up at him, she blinked slowly and looked him up and down, a moan escaping her when his fingers managed to rub against her clit again. "C-conner...I need you inside me. I need that magnificent cock to take me." She let her tongue trace his tip again and then sucked just his head. She removed him from her mouth again and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Make me...forget everything but you." Yara had a feeling that after tonight, that what she was asking would be the case, she could see herself wanting to spend hours with him rolling in the sheets and experiencing pleasures she had denied herself for so long. She found herself staring at his face, dictating it to her memory in case he decided that after tonight he didn't want to see her again. Right now, this gorgeous man looming over her with such a presence was hers and she intended to commit every inch of him into her memory.

Conner moaned as he felt her grunts and moans sending vibrations along his cock, he couldn't help but growl when she pulled away from his cock, realising him as his member twitched in need wanting her help to let him finish. His hand on her breast tweaked and pinched her nipples. When she begged for him to fuck her he growled, having half a mind to make her beg for him first, his finger pumped slid inside of her fully feeling how tightly she squeezed his fingers. But when he saw her pleading eyes he felt like he was unable to argue with her, he smiled at her his finger sliding out of her before he sucked his finger clean and leaned forward to kiss her lips softly, his hands being placed on her hips to try and hold her in place. "Yara, I'm going to hold onto you and never let go." He told her moving his hands up her hips to her wrists slowly untying her hands to free her. Part of him wanted to take her with her hands still bound but an even bigger part of him wanted to feel her hands on his body as he fucked her. Once her hands were free he let himself fall on her, his hands wrapping around her body to hug her body close to him. His lips pressed against hers with a sense of neediness that wasn't there before tonight started. He knew that this wasn't going to last but at least for now he wanted to feel like she was really his. "Are you sure you want to do this? once we do this we won't be able to go back." He asked her against her lips, placing his hand on his cock to rub his tip against her entrance.

Yara's wrists throbbed as they were released from their restraint. When he fell on her she sucked in a breath and didn't let it out until he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was light at first and the intensity continued until he broke it to speak. She wrapped her arms around him as the tingling sensation had subsided in her hands and she pulled his face back to hers. Yara kissed him with fervor, her tongue sliding between his lips as she demanded more. She was thrilled that her hands were free, free to roam, to run through his hair and keep him right where she wanted. Yara broke the kiss when she needed to come up for air, she took deep breaths as she stared up at him, her right hand moving from his hair to his cheek to run across his jawline up to his bottom lip. "I've never been so sure of anything in a very long time..." She bit her own bottom lip as she went to pull him in for another kiss, this time it wasn't as hot and heavy but with a sort of gentleness that she hadn't had before. She trailed kisses down his jawline before ended on his neck. She let her tongue make a trail from his carotid artery to where his neck met his shoulder and she bit down heard enough to sting but light enough not to break skin. Her tongue tracing the bite mark she moved her hips upward to where she knew his cock was waiting. It was a tease, his tip rubbing her entrance like that and she wouldn't be able to tolerate much more. She thought about how his girth had felt in her mouth and knew that it would be a tight fit once he was inside her but she didn't mind. There was pleasure in pain and all she knew was that she wanted him, all of him in her and for him to cry her name for anyone to hear.

He moaned as he felt her kiss him softly, his arms wrapping around her hips to hug her body close to his. He moaned feeling her lips rub against his neck, biting down lightly against his neck as he growled at her in need. His fingers slid along her top before he pulled it off of her leaving her body bare underneath him. "Yara your mine, and I'm going to prove it to you." He growled at her feeling his erection rub against her core as she rubbed back against him. His hands went to her stomach holding her down on the bed as he kept her in place, leaning forward to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing against her skin. Slowly he angled his hips with hers so that his cock pressed up against her core. "Is this what you were thinking about when you offered to sculpt me?" He asked her with a grin before he bit down lightly on her neck slowly pushing his hips forward to slide his large cock inside of her aching pussy. He started with just the large tip, slowly spreading her as his hands slid along her legs pushing them open wider so that he could fit in better. He moaned as he felt how tight she was, he had only pushed his tip inside of her right now and already he felt bliss. She felt so good that if he wasn't careful he might blow his load too soon. The thought of fucking her until all could say as his name filled his brain. He wanted to make her feel like she was his for as long as he could. He imagined sleeping under the sheets with her in his arms. "Say it with me Yara, your mine." He ordered her.

When he removed her top she didn't feel the urge to cover herself that normally followed and that thrilled her. Her breath caught in her throat at hearing him claim her. She wanted it to be true, how many nights had she dreamed of something like this, with someone that was just hers, meant to be hers. Her eyes stung as tears threatened at the corner of her eyes but she quickly shut them and a moan escaped her. Yara dug her heels into the the mattress as he grazed her skin with his teeth, the feeling sending jolts all throughout her body. This was torture in the best way as his cock stretched her as he pushed his tip in. She grunted at the pressure but her body was gloriously content as it stretched around him. Yara moved arched her back as he entered, the deeper he went the more her muscles twitched around him. Her eyes went wide when he authoritatively told her to say she was his. Her hands grabbed at his skin and held on, as if in agreement with the words that were soon to come out of her mouth. "I'm yours..." She wanted him to move, wanted their hips to move in tandem until they were fucking so hard her bedframe would hit the wall. Her eyes moved to her right hand that held her string, she stared briefly before looking back at his gorgeous face and she said it again but louder, needier. "I-I'm yours. Yours.

When she told him that she was his Conner growled, his eyes full of lust and want for her. Leaning forward he pressed his lips against hers in a rough needy kiss. His hands cupped her face holding her close to him. Slowly he pushed his hips forward as he ate her. Slowly he moved his hips forward as she told him that she was his, continuing to push his length deeper and deeper inside of her until he was fully inside of her. He moaned as he felt her squeeze his member, not moving his body to help her get used to his size. "I'm not going to stop until all you can say name Yara." Conner promised her his lips leaving hers for a moment before he kissed her again, his lips pressing against hers neck, sucking and biting against the soft skin on her throat until she had another hickey on her soft neck planning to make enough hickeys so that she wouldn't be able to explain away what the two of them did even if she tried. "You feel so good."

Yara moaned just moment after Conner did, her eyes rolling into the back of her head briefly from the sheer feel of how he felt inside. She swallowed his promises as he kissed her and let another moan escape her as she arched her back, her nipples rubbing against his chest as she did. She dug her nails into his back as he attacked her neck with enough bites to leave multiple hickeys. She let her hands caress from his shoulders into his hair. Her body didn't take long for her to adjust to his side and as soon as she felt the tension lessen she started to gyrate her hips into him. She loved the way with each twist of her hips his cock would ram into her walls again. She wanted more and to help she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. The new position of her hips allowed him deeper access and Yara felt like she would go insane from the pleasure. "Harder" Her request came out husky and cracked at the end but she didn't care. She needed him to fuck her senseless, wanted him to leave his mark inside her as well as outside. His promise to not stop excited her, and if she couldn't walk tomorrow she didn't care. Right now all she cared about was him and how he felt within her.

Conner moaned as he felt her start to move one his cock, her hips gyrating giving him a sign that she was ready for him to start moving, and move he did. Starting off he went slowly, his hands on her hips as he built a steady pace feeling how wet she was around his cock, his member twitching in pleasure as he heard her moan out for him. His fingers digged into her waist slightly, feeling her fingers running through his hair. When she begged for him to go harder he paused for a second, looking up at her eyes. And when he spotted the look she gave him. He let out a growl seeing the clear desire on in her eyes. Her fuck me eyes. The final nail was the feeling of her legs wrapping around his body allowing his neck thrust to go deeper inside of her. "Don't worry Yara when you can't walk in the morning I'll carry you to the shower and hols you up and fuck you again." He growled out to her his voice low and needy as he pulled out of her, his rip on her hips tightening holding her back pinned down on the bed before he slammed hips forward again slamming his cock deep inside of her with all his strength.

His nails in her hip caused her muscles to spasm, the pain from it stinging but Yara didn't care, couldn't care as shortly after he started pounding deep inside her. Every time his dick rammed into her walls a cry would escape her lips. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and her head was tossed around with the motions as well. Yara felt a tension building inside of her and she pulled on his hair as she began to move her hips in tandem with his. Each slap from skin contacting skin joined in with the sounds of her cries as he continued to fuck her like she had asked. She moaned his name over and over with each jab he gave her, her hands falling from his hair as she grabbed her breasts and squeezed and pulled her own nipples. The added sensations causing her inner walls to twitch against his cock. Yara knew she was about to reach an orgasm and she bit her lip hard, her back arching as it hit her. White stars formed in the corner of her eyes and she kept her legs tightly around him. Her inner walls spasmed around his rigid length as her cream began pouring out around him.

He moaned loudly with each thrust, feeling how tight she was around his length. She had asked for him to go harder and he felt like he couldn’t refuse her. Hips buckled with hers as she moved her hips his eyes looking up and down her body as he watched her breasts bounce with great excitement. For him this was bliss he finally felt like he belonged, like someone belonged to him. It might not last for long but he was going to take what he could get. He leaned forward as she moaned his name, his thrusts speeding up as she released his hair to play with her own breasts. ” Yara!” he moaned as he felt her cum feeling her core clamp down on his length as if it was trying to milk him. His thrusts sped up becoming more erratic as he got closer and closer to his own edge, his hands leaving her hips to grab onto her jaw to make her look back at him again. “Yara your mine.” He told her, his grip on her jaw tightly in his need for her as his eyes met hers noticing how out of it, she was. “I’m going to cum inside of you and claim the rest of you.” He promised her his breathing short as he felt like he couldn’t last any longer. His cock twitched inside of her, eyes looking her body up and down one last time before he came thrusting deep inside of her to fill her to the brim with his hot seed. He kissed her as he came, lips pressing against hers roughly with lust before the kiss slowly softened his body melting against hers.

Yara let go of her breasts to grip onto the sheets in hopes that it would help steady her. With how slick they were all she managed to do was get her hands tangled within them but she clung to them all the same as he began thrusting harder. This was what she had wanted for so long, needed someone like Conner. She stared at Conner as he forced her head in his direction. She bit her lip an moaned, her head nodding in agreement with his statement that she was his. "Yes! Yes yes yes yes!" A cry escaped her as he thrust into her that last time. She felt his seed pumping into her and she dug her heels into the bedsheet. His thick semen filled her and she relished in the feeling as his mouth claimed hers. She gave back just as much as he had given. Their passion somewhat cooled Yara was panting, her hands untangling from the sheets to wrap around his neck out of fear that he would leave or disappear if she didn't. She stroked his hair then as she waited for her breathing to regulate. Their bodies were sticky with sweat but Yara didn't care, she would enjoy this moment for as long as it lasted. Her eyes went to her hand with the string again as she played with his hair, the red string dangling down the side of his face. Now she had an urge to look, dared to look at his string; though she hesitated briefly before she let her hand move from his hair in search of his hand. Her heart was hammering in her throat, she turned her head to try and look but was interrupted by her phone ringing. Yara closed her eyes and let her hand fall to the bed. What was she doing, had she gone mad? She cleared her throat as the phone continued to ring. "Don't worry about the phone...it can go to voicemail." She took a deep breath and mentally shook herself. "Are you thirsty? I think I have some tea or I can put on a pot of coffee?" She needed something to distract herself so offering a refreshment seemed logical.

Slowly he calmed down as he finished filling her, something about their embrace felt right he didn't want to move, not even an inch. He didn't pull out of her as his member slowly softened inside of her acting as a plug to keep his seed from flowing out of her. For a moment he said nothing as he rolled the two of them over so that she was lying on top of him instead, his hands resting on her hips. He had never really done this before, he had sex yes but there was no cuddling after at most he would get a round two and so he was quick to cherish what he could get with her. For a moment he thought about looking at their wrists before he shook his head, a nice date followed by some passionate sex wouldn't change anything really, he was still missing a soulmate and she still had someone out there that was perfect for her someone other then him. He was happy to ignore the phone call she got with a smile leaning forward to kiss her lips softly when she asked him if he wanted to have a drink. Once the quick kiss was over he shook his head with a smile resting his forehead against hers as he held her body against his. "I'm fine Yara, I just want to stay here with you." He told her honestly a small smile on his face as he looked her up and down his gaze staying on her face before he let his gaze linger on her breasts before he looked between her legs where they were still attached. His seed slowly oozing out of her between her legs to join with the rest of her cream. "Yara your so beautiful." He told her before he leaned forward to press his lips against hers in a passionate kiss his body pressing against hers closely.

Laying on top of him like this, with how her petite body fit against his tall and broad one felt right and Yara couldn't help but sigh. She was glad he had refused a drink, she didn't particula want to get up either. Brown eyes searched his face as he examined her body, a blush spreading across her cheeks. Now that the feverish wanton behavior had calmed down she was back to her semi shy self. The kiss that came after the compliment was a welcomed event and she returned it, her hands on his chest as the did. When the kiss had broken Yara was parting slightly. She sat up, her legs straddling his hips as she did. Now that her hands were free she let them explore. First she would lean and trace his jawline, down his neck and to his chest. She would trace his pectoral muscles then his nipples. She lingered there a bit, letting her thumb rub the areola and then the nub itself. She would occasionally look up at his face before moving further down. Once she was at his abs her touches were feathery light before she switched to using her nails. Shebwould commit every inch of him into her mind and with the memory she planned on turning him into a work of art. She was unsure of which medium shewould use, whether it would be paint and easel or clay. She stopped tracing right as her fingers ended up where their bodies were joined and she smirked. "You truly are stunning." Her eyes would land on his face again while her fingers made small circles on his skin.

He bit down his lower lip lightly as he felt her sit up straddling him making him remember very strongly that he was still inside of her. As she let her hands move up and down his body he felt his earlier mood slowly try and come back, he did his best to keep his thoughts from straying but with her sat down on his lap, nude body inches away from his he found that much harder said then done. His thoughts went to a peak as he felt her hand tracing where their two bodies became one feeling her soft fingers rubbing against his skin. Slowly he propped himself up as he swelled inside of her, growing to his full length before he leaned forward to kiss her passionately almost as if he could kiss away her smirk. His hands gripped her by her hips at first to help keep her stable as she sat on top of him before he moved his hands upwards to her chest. His fingers sunk into her body, feeling like her breasts were made for him, perfect handfuls between his fingers. "How would you like to go for a round two? my lovely painter." He offered her with a smirk his voice possessive and full of want, once again as he pressed his lips against her neck, attacking her skin once again. His thumbs quickly found her nipples as he played with her breasts, taking the hand nubs in between his fingers so that he could pinch them feeling how firm they would get between his fingers. His excitement inside of her throbbed lightly as it stretched her out again, with her sat on his lap it went deep inside of her. "I know that I'm not a painter, Yara but I think that I could do a good job of painting you white." He offered her with a wink.

Yara felt him grow inside her, her own excitement becoming ever evident as he moved his hands to play with her breasts. "Mm..." She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his hands on her skin. She moved her head to give him better access to her neck. He was hitting her wall just by being erect as she sat on him and the feeling made her want to grind her hips but she stayed still for a few moments as her offered to paint her. A warm and infmviting chuckle would leave Yara's throat and she leaned in, taking his face into her hands as she let her tongue traced his lips before parting them like the red sea. She traced the lines of his mouth, teeth and tongue. She would choose this point to gyrate. Yara wouldn't break the kiss, instead her hands would travel down his neck to find his mipples and she would play with one then the other. Another rotation of her hips and she broke the kiss but not before taking his bottom lip into her teeth and pulling it with her as she went. "I'd say I'd love..." She lifted herself enough to have just his tip inside her before fully taking him in again, hisbcock putting pressure on her inner wall. A moan and then, "to see that painting."

Conner moaned as he felt her fingers play with his chest, her hips gyrating as she moved with him unable to help himself but moan and watch as she rose up on his cock until only his tip remained inside of her before she would drop back down on his length, his hips moving upwards with hers out of instinct. His hand cupped her face, holding her close his forehead pressing against hers before he thrusted his hips forward thrusting up into her making him remember just how tight she was. He fought the urge to just hold her in place and make her bounce on his cock over and over again, for now at least. His hands then returned to her breasts as he kissed her roughly, his tongue pushing deep into her mouth to play with hers. With his fingers he tweaked and pinched her nipples, his palms rubbing against her chest with a firm grip. "I can show it to you every night, remind you that your mine every morning with a load on your pretty face." He offered with a growl his voice full of lust before he leaned forward and took her right breast into his mouth, his teeth grazing against her nipple before he nibbled on it.

Yara liked that he touched their foreheads together, the simple yet intimate moment pulled at her. When he thrust into her Yara found her head falling backward as she moaned. She arched her back when he placed his hands on her breasts, his callused fingertips sending goosebumps all over. "It'd be the best part of waking up." She came in for another kiss but stopped when he went for her breast. Teeth against her ivory skin made Yara's insides tighten with excitement. She ran put her hands in his hair, letting her fingers get lost in it. Yara began moving quicker now, her body bouncing with more force. She released one handful of hair and let her fingers make their way down to her clit. As she rode him she began to rub her bulb in a circular motion, Yara slammed down fast and hard causing her to cry out in pure ecstasy. She felt the tension in her abdomen build with each wet thwap of their bodies conjoining. She shut her eyes tight and bit her lip as stars exploded behind her eyelids. Her toes curled and she cried out. "Fuck. You feel so good."

He moaned as as he heard her moan with him, his tongue rubbing against her nipples as he felt her thrust into him faster and faster. HIs hands went to her hips as he felt her become tighter, feeling her hands run through his hair before she moved her hand down to touch herself, his cock pulsing inside of her as his thrusts sped up. "I could spend even morning waking up with you in my arms." He told her his need, his lust for her making him say more then he would have said normally. He sucked down on her breast wanting to taste every part of her before he switched to her other breast "Yara your mine, I'll make you say it with me every night if I could." He promised her as he got close to his edge, his eyes full of lust need for her as he held her in place and quickly started to slam into her over and over again his thrusts starting to speed up as held back cumming as long as he could. "Your so tight Yara I don't know how long I can last." He said warningly his lips leaving her chest as he kissed her flipping them over so that she was lying on her back his hips slamming in and out of her over and over again with all his strength. "Cum for me Yara, and then I'll paint that beautiful face of yours white." He ordered her biting down on her lower lip as he spoke against her lips.

Yara's eyes were still closed when he spoke of a future she knew they couldn't have. Yet as he said them she found herself wanting that. Seeing his face every morning and evening, the feeling of being one instead of half. The imagery was more than she could hope for so for now Yara would enjoy everything she could get, for however long she could get it. "Yes sir!" Yara loved the way his voice sounded as he ordered her to cum for him. Like his voice was a switch to her body. Head thrown back, she screamed out as he bit her lip. Yara held him tight as her body spasmed with her oncoming orgasm. She continued to ride him for a few more thrusts until her leg muscles couldn't take it any longer. Her body going limp on top of Conner. She was panting, her body still twitching ever few seconds.

Feeling her cum all over his cock he felt his eyes roll back in pleasure, his own limit coming close as he did his best to last as long as he could, feeling her hips bounce up and down him before she went limp on his chest. "Your mine." he growled at her feeling her pant underneath him before he pushed forwards, his hands going to her hips to reluctantly pull out of her fighting the urge to cum inside of her before he straddled her chest. His knees were on either side of her body, his balls aching to empty their load resting on top of her breasts. "Yara I'm going to cum all over your face, tell me how much you want it." He ordered her before he took his cock, wet form his and her cum into his hands and quickly started to stroke himself off feeling on the edge of cumming. His eyes never left hers as he jerked himself off, his large cock just in front of her face ready to cover him with his thick seed.

Yara bit her lip as he laid her back. Her hair spilling around her head forming a pale copper halo around her head. Her heart hammered in her chest as he loomed over her, his balls and cock directly in her face. She stared whole heartedly and moved her hand between her legs. Her still throbbing sex still slick she rubbed her clit with circular motions as he spoke. "I want it so bad. Conner please, paint me like you claimed me. As she watched him stroke his cock she moaned again, her heels digging into the sheets, her other hand finding her left breast. She tugged and bulled her nipple, the whole time keeping eye contact with him. When he would cum, she would open her mouth to catch some of it just as she felt herself climaxing again.

Watching her as she begged for him to cum on her face he couldn't help but bit down on his lower lip to hold in his pleasure as he watched her play with herself. He leaned forward slightly as he stroked his cock, the foreskin peeling back to reveal a throbbing head that he rubbed against her lips lightly to make it so that when she tasted her lips she would taste her lips. His eyes looked her body up and down watching her rub her clit and play with her breasts making him growl. His hand stroked himself off quicker as he got the sight of her touching himself, feeling his cock pulse and ache as he brought himself to his edge. "Yara your so sexy." He moaned leaning forward as he came his cock twitching as the two of them came shooting his cum all over her face and chest his warm cum covering her.

Yara lay there, his thick semen warm against her ivory skin. She licked what fell onto her lips and stared up at Conner. She needed something to clean herself with but for now she just lay there, letting her body settle and the aches from their rough lovemaking to set in. Yara closed her eyes, her hands moving to the sides of her head as she enjoyed the feelings of her stretched out insides. She could still feel the phantom pressure from his cock inside her and she hoped it never left. She would likely never find someone who she had such an intense chemistry with. With her eyes still closed she reached out for his hand, wanting to physically hold on to him. As if she opened her eyes the dream would be over.

He moaned lowly as he finished cumming, his eyes looking her body up and down as he watched her lick up some of his cum from her lips. She was dripping with his seed making his body feel like it was lit alight. He smiled at her when he felt her hand take his, seeing her close her eyes as if she was in bliss. He felt content as he took her hand in his, holding her close before he leaned forward and grabbed some tissues from his shirt pocket. "While I love the sight of you covered in my cum I feel like it wouldn't be nice to sleep with." He told her teasingly before he wiped up her face, throwing the now cum covered tissues into a bin near the bed. "Are you tired, don't worry I'll still be here tomorrow." He told her yawning slightly as his arms wrapped around her hips hugging her body close to his while he flopped down on the bed.

Yara would have cleaned it up herself a few moments later, but she didn't refuse the help he offered. She was impressed with the amount of care he had shown her and she smiled at the thought. Her heart skipped a beat when he promised he'd still be here in the morning, and again when he pulled her in to cuddle. It wouldn't take Yara long to fall asleep, after a full day in the studio and their romping she was a very exhausted and slightly bruised gal. The warmth coming from Conner's body a welcome addition as she drifted into a deep sleep. It was about six in the morning when her alarm on her phone would go off causing her to stir in bed. Not use to having someone else in it she began to stretch out letting her muscles that ached try and get some relief. A soft moan escaping her as several joints popped. She froze when her arm touched a very solid wall of muscle. Then all the memories of last night hit her all at once and she quickly moved her arm, her heart beating wildly inside her chest. She reached over and grabbed her phone and snoozer her alarm, a small yawn escaping her lips.

Conner fell asleep not long after she did, their lovemaking left him pleasantly exhausted in a way that he wanted to fell again and again. His arms wrapped tightly around her body as he fell asleep hugging her close to his chest as he didn’t want to let go. Even if he knew that eventually she would leave him he still wanted to take what he could get. He snored softly until morning, his arms wrapping around her stomach softly and one of his legs hooked under hers. He woke up not long after she did, hearing an unfamiliar alarm go off making him tense before he felt her body move against his. He caught her natural fragrance making him calm down as he remembered what the two of them had done last night. He smiled softly as he felt her arm rub against him while she stretched his grip around her hips tightening to hug her body flush against his. “Good morning Yara.” He greeted hoping that she would indulge him for at least this morning, for now he would take what he would get before she leaves him to find her actual soulmate. His lips slowly parted as he leaned forward to press his lips against hers in a good morning kiss, fingers rubbing soft circles into her stomach.

Yara smiled a lazy smile as he pulled her against him. The sensation of waking up next to someone was very pleasant and she felt like she never wanted to get put of bed. He placed a kiss onto her lips and she moved her hand to find his chin. Her thumb tracing the outline of his jaw. "Good morning Conner." She turned her head to yawn and buried her head into his neck for a moment. "It's the weekend...do you have to work today? With finals right around the corner?" She inhaled deeply, enjoying the smell he gave off naturally. It was almost intoxicating. She wanted to bottle it up and keep it on a shelf. She chuckled at her own thought before pulling back slightly to look at him. "Are you hungry?"

He smiled back at her as he felt her hand cup his face, feeling her soft fingers tracing his jaw. His own hands found their spots on her sides, rubbing patterns into her body as he lied on top of her. His reply when she asked him if he had work today was a quick shake of the head "I don't work on weekends, other then some paper work." He answered her leaning down to leave light kisses against her neck, absentmindedly noticing a couple hickeys against her skin. "I could eat, although I feel like the two of us could use a shower as well." He answered her tone getting a little teasing as he embraced her teeth grazing against her neck. His hand then went up her body to cup her face, his thumb rubbing against her lower lip if he could he would hold onto her and never let go.

Yara was happy to hear he wouldn't have to leave too soon, and with the vibe she was getting from him she wasn't sure he wanted to. Though she new it wasn't wise to get her hopes up. "So shower and then breakfast?" She stroked his facial hair, her eyes on his lips. "I make a mean breakfast...unless you're a vegetarian, then probably not." She gave a slight laugh before letting his face go so she could stretch under him. Her muscles pulled and throbbed as she stretched them, a mewling sound left her as she did. Her hips would be pushed into him just as she finished her stretching. "Mm, sorry. My body seems to be a bit worn today." There was a sparkle in her eye. "I wonder why that would be though..." She would wrap her arms around him then and pull him in, yet before she kissed him she spoke against his lips. "Oh, that's right...you." Yara would claim his mouth then, a dull hunger slowly building in her gut. She knew they should get in the shower, but that didn't mean she couldn't kiss the man. He was delectable and she seemed to not be able to get enough of him.

Conner smiled at her as he head heard her laugh, the sweet sound of her laughter feeling him in a way that he had never really felt before. The sparkle in her eye made his stomach dance slightly as she stretched before falling onto him, his hands going to her hips to steady her. When she leaned into him he was quick to lean in closer his body pressing against hers as he kissed her back. The realisation that he really was the one to do this to her filled him with a pride that made him threaten to swell. He met her lips back with passion, his tongue rubbing against her lips before it pushed into her mouth before he smirked against her lips. His grip on her waist tightened before he slowly pulled himself to his feet, carrying her in his arms without difficult as his body pressed against hers closely, his morning wood clearly present as it rubbed against her stomach. "Just to warn you I see us taking a while in the shower." He told her with a wink as he broke the kiss holding her up in the air as he looked around trying to guess where her bathroom would be.

Yara chuckled at his comment about them taking so long in the shower. Her arms wrapped around his neck to hold on for support as he carried her. She felt so small and light in his arms, she felt like she fit and it pulled at her heart. "Well, I remember someone last night making a promise about every morning..." She trailed off, her eyes alight with mischief. Yara would point to the bathroom door that was a across her bedroom/living room combo. "Over there, the second door." When he would open the door it would reveal a large two person clawed foot tub in one corner, the shower was a walk in that was literally part of the floor sectioned off by the glass panes. A large rain type showerhead hanging from the ceiling. Yara grinned, proud of her favorite room in the place. She had painted a mermaid being embraced by a sailor on the wall next to the shower , the scene wasn't exactly lude but it wasn't pg either. "This is why I picked the place, that tub is amazing. She let herself down from his arms to open the door to the shower, her his swaying purposefully to catch his eye. She turned on the shower making the water just hot enough to make ones skin tingle. She turned under the streaming water and stared at Conner. "Hope you like it hot."

Conner smiled as he saw the mural painted into the wall next to the shower it definitely looked like something that Yara would paint, even if it was much tamer then what she was painting in her studio. “It looks great.” He told her his arms slowly releasing her when she climbed down from his arms his eyes looking up and down her body as he saw her hips sway without any shame. He leaned forward as he got a good look of her ass, his hand raising to give her ass a playful spank when she walked away from him, and if he wasn’t excited before then he was definitely excited again. “What did I promise you again?” He asked playfully before he grinned following her into the shower his movements slow wanting to savour the view of her body as water ran down her, his eyes going from her face to her soaking chest. “Oh yeah it was to remind you that you were mine, with a load of my cum covering your pretty face.” When he got close enough to her, he grinned quickly moving forward to press his body against hers, pinning her up against the wall with his hands quickly going to hers, holding them against the wall. “Trust me Yara your far hotter than water could ever hope to be.” He said with a smirk his chest pressed up against hers, his hard erection pressed up between her legs. His lips pressed against hers roughly before they left her lips to kiss her neck. “I remember being offered to taste something sweet last night, now seems like the perfect time to cash in.” he told her with a grin.

Yara jumped when he smacked her ass, but not because it hurt. Her core and her heart clenched at the same time as he said she was his. She watched him slowly come for her and when he pinned her against the cold tiles she sucked in breath. Lips on her neck she moaned, the sensation from hisbrough beard followed by the softness of his lips sent waves of heat between her legs. "You can taste, devour...whatever you want, it's yours." Her hands were around his neck, in his hair. The hot water pouring down over them and his skin rubbing against hers caused Yara's nipples to harden to rough peaks. She looked him over as their bodies were pressed together and she bit her lip. She hadn't been eaten out in so long that just the thought of Conner going diwn on her had her muscles twitching with excitement. Her eyes were alight with flirtation as she spoke."You can have your cake, and then I'll get my morning treat too."

He grinned back at her as he heard her flirty response, his hands moving up her body to grip her by her neck making her look up upwards, exposing her throat to him for his lips to attack the offered skin, nipping and sucking down on her pale skin as he enjoyed the feeling of her hardened nipples rubbing against his chest. His cock throbbed against her core as he marked her as his before his lips moved down from her neck to her chest. “Every part of you is mine Yara, I’m going to make sure that you know it.” He promised her with a grin before his mouth opened to take in one of her nipples biting down on it lightly before he sucked on it soothingly as if to make up for nibbling on her. Of course, when he repeated his actions on her other breast it was made clear that he wasn’t all that apologetic. He repeated the actions a couple more times until love bites appeared on her soft chest. “And I'll have a lot of fun proving it.” He told her with a grin his lips leaving a trail of kisses against her stomach as he slowly lowered himself down onto his knees, nose pressing against her core to sniff her excitement. His breath brushing against her lower lips.

Yara felt his own excitement against her core and shivered, she wanted him to take charge and claim her over and over until she couldn't stand anymore. Her breathing hitched when he claimed her nipple inside his mouth. The nipping and sucking over and over driving her mad and her breathing irregular. She knew he wasn't sorry, but she didn't mind it, she relished it as he left his marks all over her. He was trailing kisses down her abdomen and she let out a soft laugh followed by a moan as his facial hair tickled her stomach. When his face was eye level with her womanhood she held onto the wall to the best of her ability. Her knees growing weak as he smelled her, his hot breath causing goosebumps to form all over her body. She let go of the wall to place her hands on his shoulders, she was shaking with anticipation of what was coming. Yara couldn't wait for the feel of his tongue, her core quivering with excitement. "Please." It was a simple one worded plea, but in it her desire could be heard.

He grinned as he heard her beg for him, a chuckling lightly as he heard her laugh lightly clearly ticklish on her stomach. If they weren’t in this mood, he probably would have teased her but instead he decided to note that for later. “Be patient I already told you that you were mine and I plan on playing with you always.” He promised her with a grin blowing on her quivering excitement before his hands went to her thighs spreading them open before he lifted her up in the air placing her legs down on his shoulders. With the new position his face was buried in between her legs as she was pinned up against the wall, his nose pressing up against her mound getting buried in her scent before he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her core kissing it before his mouth opened tongue rubbing against her folds to pick up her juices tasting her without hesitation. “Yara by the time I’m done with you all that you will be able to imagine is me when you think of sex.” He promised her before his tongue thrusted forward, the wet muscle parting her folds to get a better taste of her.

The new position was a completely new experience for Yara, her feet completely off the ground her heart hammered in her chest. She had the wall for support but there was still a bit of adrenaline having to completely trust that Conner could support her. Yara wasn't a heavy woman by any means, in fact she was petite sitting at a height of five foot even and weighing only one hundred and ten pounds. She looked down at Conner, her arms holding onto the bar in her shower. "I'm holding you to that promise..." Yara sucked in a breath when he let his tongue slip between her lower lips, her grip on the bar tightening. Instinctually she ground her hips into his face, a soft moan escaping her. She had the urge to look away but the sight of him tasting her was an erotic image she didn't want to forget. Her free hand moved to her breast and pinched and teased her own nipple. Little heat waves radiated from her sex up through her body.

He grinned as he heard the moan leave her lips her hips pushing into his face being a sure sign that she was enjoying what he was doing to her. "Yara when we're done tasting each other I'm going to bend you over the wall and fuck you over and over again until you can't stand without me." He told with a growl in his voice sending along vibrations along her core his tongue reluctantly leaving her to speak as he watched her touch herself. Her hands playing with her breasts. Being a little over six foot it was funny how much he towered over her normally. How easily he could lift her up in his arms and carry her around. Once he was done talking to her he went back to tasting her, his tongue pushing in and out of her at a fast pace even as he was through with each plunge going as deep inside of her as he could to taste her excitement on his tongue. His fingers slowly moved between her legs as he supported her rubbing against her clit to augment her pleasure.

Yara shivered, her need for Conner growing with each stroke of his tongue. The growl was erotic and had her shaking on his shoulders. If he was a wolf the she was a small rabbit and she was about to be devoured. "Oh" Her voice barely came out in a whisper, her heart hammering so loud inside her chest that she didn't, couldn't hear the water being rained down on them. When he added his finger she lost it, her hips thrusting against him, her hand alternating and pinching each of her breasts. It didn't take long for her to hit her climax. Her body tensing as she found her release. After a few moments to calm down she would tap him so he could let her down. On wobbly legs she directed him against the wall, her small hand running over the ripples of his muscles. Her eyes appreciating every inch of him. She pulled him down to her level and touched their foreheads together for a moment before she kissed him, then she let her hands rest around his navel as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. She could taste herself on him and she groaned, her body pressing against his. She broke the kiss reluctantly, her teeth lightly tugging on his bottom lip. She did the same as he had before and began trailing kisses down his chest. She lingered at his nipples and nipped them each playfully before moving down to his throbbing member. She took him into both of her hands, her eyes wide now that she could actually touch it, hold it. She stared as she began to stroke it with one hand and let her other find his balls, twirling them in her hands like one would pool balls.

He had a grin on his face as he made her cum a cocky smirk filling his features as he pinched her clit feeling her body tense on top of him, his lips sealed around her core hands holding her in place to keep her from knocking the two of them over. While she came, he was quick to swallow enjoying ever last drop of her tangy excitement that dripped down her nether lips. When she signalled for him to put her down, he quickly did as she asked placing her down on the floor with his hands on her hips to help keep her stable while she regained the strength in her legs. Before he walked back up against the wall crouching down slightly when she signalled for him to. When she rested her forehead against his he gave a happy smile, he was content to just spend his day with her cuddling but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to do more than just that. He craved her just as strongly as he did. When she kissed him, he was quick to kiss her back, his hands sliding down her back to her ass, getting to good handfuls of her body while his fingers needed the skin, his hips pushing up against hers to reveal that making her cum had left him very excited. His tongue was quick to match hers in return and when he felt her teeth bite down on his lower lip pulling it with her as she ended the kiss, he couldn’t help but moan lightly his hard cock twitching in excitement between her legs. His moan got even louder when she cupped his length, his hot cock twitching in her hands as the tip dripped with precum, he let his hands linger on her ass while she played with his cock even letting his finger linger against her sex for a couple seconds before he raised his hands to grab a handful of her hair, his fingers slowly running through her locks. “Well, Yara, how about I make use of that beautiful mouth of yours and you can get your cream.” He offered her with a grin leaning forward to peck her lips lightly even as he groaned in pleasure feeling her begin to play with her cock, soft hands str

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oking his length and fondling his balls. “Then again there’s going to be plenty of time for me to claim you completely.” He added with a wink wanting her to just keep doing what she was planning to do from the start.

Yara smiled at hearing him moan, it meant she was doing something right. His hands in her hair she looked up at him. She continued to stroke him as he spoke, if he wanted her to take him in her mouth she had no problem obliging his request. As she fondled him she smirked, him quickly change his mind made her chuckle but she had already made up her mind. She removed her hand from his balls and leaned close to his cock, her tongue darting out to taste it. She licked him a second time but instead of stopping she traced the tip of his cock then took it in her mouth. She moaned tasting his precum in her mouth, hungrily she took more of him, she removed her hand from his member and braced herself on the wall with her hands. More and more of his cock would enter her mouth until he touched the back of her throat. His cock pulsed in her mouth and she groaned. It was a tight fit but that didn't stop her. She let him free of her warm mouth and licked from tip to base before taking his balls into her mouth. One at a time she gave each attention, her tongue massaging them. While her mouth was busy she took his length into her hands and stroked him, the pressure just enough to add and not hurt the experience. Yara let his balls free with a popping sound and looked up at Conner, her hand still giving him attention she spoke, her eyes hooded by her lashes. "Do you want me to take it all in my mouth or do you want to cum on my face?"

He continued to moan as he felt her hands stroke his cock those moans getting louder as her tongue replaced her hands. When he felt her lips take in his length he groaned in pleasure fighting the urge to thrust his hips forward into her tight mouth. Instead he let his hands reluctantly release he head to grab her chest instead finger sinking into her breasts to feel her body. He moaned loudly when he felt her deep throat him, the vibrations she made from groaning made his cock twitch in her mouth his head leaking precum into her mouth. When she pulled her mouth away from his length he sighed already missing the feeling of her lips pressed against around his cock, but he was quickly distracted from that loss when he felt her wet tongue slide along his length making his cock twitch, his balls ached when she gave attention to them, the tip of his cock leaking precum on her hands that would only get washed away from the shower as she started to stroke him off his cock aching, throbbing between her fingers. When he heard her question he almost came then and there, the only thing that stopped him was him biting his lower lip as he looked at her. The sight of her stroking his cock as she looked up at him was something that he would never get out of his head. He considered it for a moment having enjoyed the sight of her covered in his cum last night but he knew that the shower would just wash it off anyway. "Yara I wanna cum inside that beautiful mouth of yours." He told her with a growl his hands running up her body to cup her face his finger rubbing against her lips.

Yara nodded, happy with the choice he made, a sultry smirk spreading across her lips. She nodded her head and when his fingers rubbed on her lip she playfully nipped at them. Her teeth grabbing old of one as she looked up at him trying to look innocent. She sucked his finger briefly before letting it go to move to reclaim his pulsing cock into her mouth. Yara would suckle his tip, the taste of him something she felt like she could never get tired of. While keeping eye contact she took all of him in her mouth, strategically moaning to make her throat vibrate against his flesh. The rhythm of which she stoked him with her hand and sucked him with her mouth would increasingly gain speed until she would feel him tense. When she felt like he would blow she took all of him in, all the way back making her gag. She would try her best to swallow all of his cum, each shot of his semen making its way down her throat. She gagged again as she realized it was more than her small mouth could take. A little of his cum made its way around the sides of him, coming out of her mouth and dripping down her chin. When she felt him complete his orgasm she let him free of her mouth and sat back on her knees, she licked her lips as she placed her hands on her knees. The water pouring down on her made droplets run down her body. And despite the now cooling water Yara felt hot as she anticipated him taking her from behind as she leaned against the wall.

His toes threatened to curl in pleasure as he saw the look, she gave him; the attempt of her looking innocent was quickly made meaningless when she took the hard tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it making him moan out in pleasure his hips thrusting forward lightly to help her take in his length completely. His hands reluctantly released her chest rising up to grab two handfuls of her hair eyes shutting as he let himself get lost in pleasure. He knew that she was looking up at him as she pleasured him and that just made it all the hotter. When she moaned on his cock while taking him deeper into her mouth, he couldn’t help but moan louder feeling the vibrations being sent along his length threatening to make him cum far quicker than he was meaning to. His hands tightened around her hair as he grabbed handfuls of her hair, the feeling of her soft hand jerking off what her mouth wasn’t sucking made it impossible to concentrate. “I’m going to cum Yara.” He told her with a moan warningly before he felt her take him in completely unable to hold back any longer as he started to cum. His hands rested on her head gripping her hair with a certain firmness as load after load of cum was shot into her mouth, down her tight throat. His legs shook lightly as he felt himself fill her mouth to the brim. His eyes shot open as he saw the sight of her wanting to commit the image of her to memory. Her cheeks were puffed out because of the load in her mouth that she couldn’t swallow and his cum was dripping out of her mouth landing on top of her chest. Feeling her pull off of his cock he couldn’t help but sigh already missing the feeling of her closeness to his body before his eyes darkened in lust seeing her sat on her knees for him as the water ran down her body. “Fuck you're so hot.” He growled at her before he stepped closer to her his hands going to her hips to easily lift her up into the air hands making her body twist around before he pressed her up against the wa

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ll stepping forward so that his still hard cock pressed up against her ass as she was pinned in between his body and hers.

With both of them having found release from tasting each other Yara was surprised to still find herself with a soaking wet need currently growing between her legs. Conner lifted her up off the floor and pinned her to the wall and she gasped. The cool textured tiles on her skin made her nipples even harder as she felt his cock rubbing against her ass. Yara placed her hands on the wall waiting for what was about to come. Her whole body shaking with anticipation for him to scratch the itch of need. She moved her hips, the wet round cheeks of hers wetr slippery from the water and they slid across his rigid cock and she moaned. Like a female dog in heat Yara wanted him to fuck her like he had promised. She bit her lip before turning her head slightly to look back at him.

He leaned forward when she looked at him, hearing the moans and cries that she let out in pleasure before he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss his lips pressing against hers roughly. His hands wrapped around her hips keeping her pinned up against the wall unable to move unless he gave her permission. When she rubbed her ass cheeks against his cock he moaned biting down on her lower lip before he thrusted his hips forward slamming his cock deep inside of her with a growl. He didn't stop thrusting until he was fully inside of her, and with their angle he was able to really get in deep. His lips left her lips as his hips stayed still for a moment before he pressed rough kisses against her jaw and neck. "Yara your mine." He growled at her in passionate lust before he pulled out of her only to slam his hips forward again slamming his hard cock deep inside of her.

With how rough he began slamming into her Yara felt every jab of his cock against her inner wall and she cried out. The intensity of passion from Conner had her whole body shaking as he continued thrust after thrust. Yara would release small cries of pleasure each ram from the man. She was being pinned and couldn't do much but to take what he was giving and Yara relished it. His hands on her hips were forceful, and would probably leave bruises after they were done and Yara knew her body had been thoroughly claimed inside and out by him. "Yours!" Her pussy clinched around his swollen cock and spasmed repeatedly. She tightened her inner walls with kegel exercises, making her already tight hole even tighter around him.the sound of skin slapping against skin made a symphony with Yara's moans.

Conner moaned as he slammed into her, feeling how tight she would clamp down on him as he thrusted in and out of her. The sounds of her moans filled his ears as his grip stayed on her hips with bruising force. "You get me so worked up Yara." He moaned before he moved one of his hands up her body stopping at her face. His lips pressed against her neck biting down with a firmness that was sure to leave a mark. "I'm going to claim every part of you." He promised her his fingers pushing into her mouth to get his digits wet with her saliva. His finger rubbed against her tongue for a second before he slowly pulled his hand out of her mouth his thrusts only getting faster, more rough with each stroke. With how her pussy would spasm and clench around his he wasn't sure left even as he took his fingers that were covered in her spit and rubbed them between her cheeks feeling the only hole that he had still been yet to enter.

She whimpered hearing his words, the growl causing a wave of excitement and goosebumps to spread across her skin. Yara grunted her assent to being claimed as he put his fingers in her mouth, the rough thrusting causing her to gag until he pulled his fingers out. She felt him behind her, his fingers searching and finding her anus. She was so slick and wet that he wouldn't really have a problem inserting. Yara's heart was hammering in her chest and she cried out when Conner began to finger her ass as his cock continued it's assault on her womanhood. The doubled penetration had Yara rolling her eyes in the back of her head. She clung to the wall so tightly that her knuckled were turning white and her legs were starting to become jello. She felt the intense heat begin to rise between her legs. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on before she would cum, and somehow she knew this one was going to be long and intense when it did hit.

Conner couldn't help but smirk at her when he saw how drunk in pleasure she was, feeling her body cling to his as he felt how tight she was. How good he felt as he fucked her like her body was just a doll to him. He held onto her hips with one hand holding her up like she was a paper weight while he slammed his cock into her over and over again, fucking her with a passion. "Yara cum for me I want you to cum." He ordered her clear passion in his voice as he slammed into her over and over again. He felt her asshole clamp down on his finger making him grin, enjoying how tight her body felt around his finger, around his cock. His finger started to pump in and out of her faster and faster, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her ass with each thrust as he fucked her with his finger. His cock pulsed inside of her core pleasure racking his body. "Tell me how good you feel, tell me know." He ordered her moving his hand around her waist to her hair grabbing a handful and pulling her head back so that she was forced to face him.

Yara bit her lip her body quivered around him when he told her to cum. Like a dam she burst and stars flashed under her eyes. This was her second orgasm this morning and Yara felt like it wouldn't be her last. She rode the wave as he continued to pound her flesh with a roughness she was not use to, but was very much enjoying. "So gooo-ooo-d" Each thrust of Conner's hips had Yara's o's start over. She took one of her hands from the wall and began to pleasure her clit. She was rough with it just like he was being rough with her body and she cried out again. "Your...cock..." A wave of pleasure as he rammed into her wall again. "best...feeling in the world!" As she finished her sentence another orgasm hit, this one even more intense than the last and Yara was practically drooling by this point, her eyes shutting tight. "C-Conner!"

He grinned as hs heard her moan out his name,as he heard her cry out in pleasure as he continued to fuck her. When she came he moaned feeling her cum all knee his cock before she came for a second time feeling her juices dripping down her legs. "Say it with me Yara your mine, every part of you not just your sexy body." He growled at her watching her rub her clit aggressively while he slammed his hand cock in and out of her body over and over again. His finger that was pumping in and out of her ass sped up, coiling as he fingered her to hit all of her sweet spots. "Your mine my beautiful painter." He growled out at her leaning forward to kiss her lips roughly. He felt the drool dripping out from her mouth, coating his chin but from all the liquids that they had shared already he didn't care as his tongue pushed it's way inside of her mouth pushing against her tongue possessivly.

"I'm yours...my body, my heart, my soul..." She gasped, getting lost in the pleasure she was experiencing. "my *string-ahhh!" She groaned moaned when he coiled his finger inside her tight rear hole she lost it again, for the third time in a row she came. Her body felt like it would turn to putty at any point and she let go of her clit to grasp onto the wall. Yara kissed him back with just as much passion, her tongue moving around in his mouth. The water by this point had gone cold, not that Yara seemed to notice. All her attention focused solely on Conner and the onslaught that her body was currently experiencing. It wouldn't be until after they calmed down that Yara would realize what she had said

When she told him that every part of her was his he smiled at her his finger pumping in and out of her ass quicker and quicker before she told him that even her string belonged to him. He froze for a moment before he smiled against her lips his thrusts becoming more erratic and faster as he couldn't hold back any longer. His cock pulsed as he kissed her feeling her tongue moving with his as his tongue rubbed along her teeth along her gums as he explored every part of her mouth. "My string is yours as well Yara." He couldn't help but say against her lips his heart racing before he thrusted up inside of her one last time his orgasm coming in strongly as he flooded her body with his cum.

By the time Conner had reached his own climax Yara was oversensitive. Each thrust of his hips causing her to cry out against his mouth. His comment about his string too hit her then and her body somehow managed to climax for the final time. She went limp in his arms, her muscles screaming at her with their exhaustion from the wild lovemaking they had just done. "C-" She began to call his name before she realized she still needed time to catch her breath. After resting a few minutes Yara grabbed his hand in hers and she squeezed it. After they were out of the shower she thought about possibly bringing up his comment about the strings. For as long as Yara could remember she had not met another soul who could see the strings. Her heart hammered against her ribcage as she thought about what it might mean that he could see them too. And if he did see the strings...what did that mean exactly.

Conner couldn't help but let himself grin as he felt her cum all over him for the final time that morning not wanting to pull out of her until it was strictly necessary his hands wrapped around her hips to catch onto her as he finished flooding her body with his cum. He smiled noticing how breathless she was because of his hard work, leaning forward to softly kiss her lips as he breathed heavily. "Well that was definitely an activity not sure if it was quite sculpting though." He told her beaming at her as he felt content holding her in his arms.. When he found it to be time for the two of them to leave the shower he smiled leaned forward to press his lips against hers in a quick kiss before he slowly pulled out of her sliding his cock out of her pussy before he hooked his arms around her legs and waist and picked her up in his arms a lot like one would carry their bride on their wedding night. When he stepped out of the shower he grabbed a towel wrapping it around the both of their bodies before taking a seat down on her bed beginning to slowly start to dry her as she was placed down on his lap.

Yara laughed at his comment. "Perhaps...next time." There was a twinkle in her brown eyes as she looked up at him. When the water was turned off she shook her head. "I don't know how much of that was cleaning, but I feel clean enough." She ran a hand through her wet hair to push it back from her face and sighed, content with just being in his arms while her body was essentially puddy. She liked that she was small enough to carry and when they were back in her room she had assumed they would dry themselves. Yet, when Conner took the towel and started drying her, she wouldn't complain. It was nice to be pampered the way he was doing, and it tugged on Yara's heart. After a night, and morning of heated passion she wondered if he really had meant the things he said, or if it was just one of those things one says in the heat of the moment. After they were both dry she put her over sized glasses on her face. "Alright, breakfast?" She looked at him and offered a small smile. "I make some mean pancakes."

Conner smiled back at her with a grin when she offered him next time his hands resting on her body lightly as he felt content to stay next to her for as long as he could. He said very little as his hands dried her rubbing soft circles into her body over the towel that he had around her body. "We probably got dirtier then we were before we stepped into the shower, he told her with a smile slowly pulling the towel away from her body so that he could dry her hair. "Well Yara your welcome to sculpt me whenever you want, I think you did a great job at persuading me." He told her with a wink before he leaned forward to kiss her lips containing much less lust compared the kisses that they had shared before but no less passion. "Pancakes sounds amazing Yara." He told her once he was done trying her his hands moving down her body to cup her hips holding her body close to his chest before he paused eyes looking up and down her body with a slight smirk. "We might wanna get dressed first though, while I would love to see you cook nude I don't want to see you getting burned."

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