It was an entirely different sought of heat outside of his affinity that embraced him now, his very body feeling all-too warm and yet that sensation was nothing short of desirable as his fingers worked to unclasp that bra and slide it from his companions figure with a practised ease. That newly exposed flesh felt all the more glorious against his form, the feeling of skin on skin nothing short of intoxicating. It had been too long, far too long since he had felt this, experienced this, given in to these far more carnal wants with any being- much less one off his own choosing. Nadya one of the first he had chosen for himself, this alone, perhaps, adding all the more weight to the moment. His arms enclosed easily around her, stepping towards the bed now, Frost leaning gently down to lay her atop that comforter and return his lips to her own- stealing another kiss from her. Her legs fell easily to either side of him, his lips lifting from her own only to press back against the flesh of her neck and work his way downward in a heated trail. That sensitive skin subject to all the attentions off his lips and teeth. Those sounds he stirred from within her only encouraging him all the more. Frost taking pleasure in being able to draw those moans from her, in finally being able to appreciate her body as he had desired for so many months. The stallion entirely hungry for her alone.

Her hands tangled easily within his hair again, a soft groan parting his own lips in the simple pleasure of that touch, in a desire for her hands in far more places then merely his hair as his lips trailed lower and across her chest, offering those sensitive parts of her figure that brush off his lips. His hands rested on her hips, his thumbs toying with the fabric of her final undergarment, teasing at the skin there. His utter desire for her growing with each passing moment, Frost assured he could hardly get enough of that woman. Her hips shifted lightly, lifting upward in that unspoken desire for more, allowing him to hook his thumbs within the hem of those panties and slide them from her figure. The action was hardly rushed, Frost allowing his hands to trace her slender limbs as he slipped them from her- allowing them to tumble to the floor beneath him. One hand lifted from her then, pushing that snowy hair from his gaze, allowing her that full view of his violet eyes and too- allowing him to so clearly see every part of her that might be his to enjoy. That trickle of thought failed to alarm him, that simply closeness they shared seeming to see her thoughts almost blend with his own in that moment, that man moving almost instinctively to allow his hands to shift to just where she seemed to desire them most, that soft flutter off kisses upon her chest adjusting in turn to find just those places that seemed to draw those sounds from her before that gentle tug on his hair saw him glance upward. Her lips seizing his own in that heated kiss he returned all-too eagerly.

That husky whisper that he was overdressed was entirely arousing, a soft sound of pleasure stirring within his throat as that simper touched his lips, her fingers skating across his back before grasping the belt of his jeans. Her hand so deliberately seemed to brush across him then, a groan stirring from within him at even that faint touch. His jeans had become entirely restrictive and uncomfortable- made even more so by that subtle touch. Her hands loosened that belt and zipper readily, mercifully, before her delicate fingers slipped suddenly beneath that loosened waistband to grasp him. That very action managed to elicit a gasp from him at the sudden sensation, the sound very near swallowed by her kiss. He had rarely been with a woman so bold, in the least, not one so willing to engage in those teasing touches or explorations. Nadya by far the most intoxicating woman he had ever bedded, her boldness only further adding to those things he already adored about her. Frost managing to return that kiss with equal vigour before the touch of her hand seemed to elicit further groans against her lips, the equine craving her touch, desiring only more of it and yet he knew exactly where this would go if her touches continued.

It was with no small measure of reluctance that the man shifted from her touch, just enough to allow him to shuck those jeans and boxer shorts from his figure entirely and toss them onto the floor amongst the rest of their clothing. He returned readily to Nadya then, his lips pressing hungrily back against her own as his hands rested upon the warmth of her waist, the stallion so effortlessly sliding her further up that bed to make room for himself before pressing her back down upon that comforter with his own toned figure straddling her now. His hands trailed up from her hips, adoring those sensual curves of her figure, brushing over her chest again and those soft swells that adorned it before travelling back down. His fingers danced upon that flesh of her inner thigh, brushing gently upward to that apex, curious as to what sounds he might elicit from her now. His own breath had become decidedly unsteady, his heartbeat equally so in the throes of that desire and carnal want for her figure. The man so content to afford her that touch however she desired it, her thoughts continuing to brush against his mind, affording him that insight of just where and how and when she seemed to desire most before he moved at last to position himself just as he needed to be. His lips found her own again, stealing another sweet, heated kiss from her before, with a groan of pleasurable satisfaction, his hips rolled easily forward to enter her.


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