we built this city on broken glass

In each one of those intimate encounters he had ever had before Nadya that very idea of pleasure had hardly occurred to him. It had been a job. A task. A situation he had held no desire to truly be within even despite those physical sensations such an embrace was capable of prompting within him. Those women had been much older, more experienced and while some had taken the time to teach him something of women- it was only after he had fled that homeland that he had been given any real taste of what sex could be. Even then, it had never meant much. Not beyond seeing to those physical wants and instinctive needs. Not until Nadya. He desired her quite unlike he'd ever desired anyone or anything before. The taste of her skin alone was divine, her figure flawless beneath his hands. Those intimate embraces having becoming about far more than merely seeing to the meeting of a physical need. That emotion that seemed to find him in those moments so shared with Nadya alone could be damn near eclipsing. Frost only now beginning to embrace them fully, to understand their intention and allow himself to feel that ever deeper connection these moments seemed to demand from him. She wrecked havoc with him in every sense of the word and yet how he adored it all at once. The often apathetic man, in these moments, so slowly beginning to let those emotions show. He desired to afford her that same pleasure she was capable of giving him. He relished making her fall apart beneath him. A part of him embracing every bit off affection she gave with every intent of returning it. Nadya the only being he had ever desired such things with.


Those icelandic words fell easily from his tongue as he stole that kiss from her. Her slender figured positioned so temptingly between his legs as she removed that shirt to expose that red undergarment beneath his gaze wasting no time in absorbing but every vision of her that he could. His hands sliding up her sides to leave that heated trail in their wake and spread that warmth throughout her body. Frost offering that suggestion of a payment plan of sorts as he did. Nadya seeming all too eager to agree as that bra fell from her figure to expose only more of her body. The stallion hardly willing to allow those newly uncovered parts of her to go untouched. His lips trailing along her form, working their way to those very places he was assured needed his attention. That near breathy sigh he was rewarded with nothing short of satisfying. Nadya suddenly declaring that it was hardly fair she alone possessed a shirt. Really, he supposed, that was entirely true. That soft groan pulled from him as she moved out of his reach and yet she was hardly gone long, Nadya re-adjusting herself to sit upon his lap now. The woman rocking her hips several times only to create that glorious friction between those parts of them still clothed. Frost hardly bothering to stop that far more prominent groan that gesture stole from him. His jeans uncomfortably tight now.


His arms lifted obediently to allow her to pull that shirt up and over his head. Frost tossing aside the garment down onto the floor of their bedroom. The man eagerly taking up that offered kiss. That sensation of skin on skin utterly glorious as that affinity for heat only encircled them both all the more. His hands lifting to run through those dark, thick locks of her hair as her own explored those hard plains of his chest. Those training sessions with Alexander having only seen that lean muscle become all the more toned and fit those past few weeks. Frost assured he finally had a use for that physique- if only to further satisfy his girlfriend. His lips pulled softly back from her own at those subtle words, one side of his lip quirking at that offered innuendo that came with the mention of 'riding'. Frost entirely assured that this was a lesson he was willing to provide.


"Very well, I agree."


He uttered simply, his breath uneven and wholly thick with that want and tainted amusement. Her fingers tugging at the button of his hardly unnoticed as his lips found her own again. That kiss nothing short of passionate as his hands slide down her figure once more to rest on her own hips. His grip upon her tightening as he stood abruptly, lifting Nadya effortlessly up with him. That soft chuckle humming within his throat as he turned to lay her down upon that bed. Frost leaning over her then, his lips pressing that flutter of kisses across her stomach once more as his fingers caught in the rim of her pants- sliding them smoothly from her figure right along with those glorious red panties beneath to leave her naked at last. That sight of her alone utterly arousing. The man hardly capable of leaving his own jeans in place any longer as his fingers hooked within them. The stallion slipping them from his own figure, his boxer shorts following a moment later. His utter want for that woman abundantly clear in that moment as he leant back over her.


His lips brushed along that line of her collarbone and up to her neck, Frost willing to steal every sound of satisfaction from her that he could. His hand brushing momentarily lower and between her tighs, assuring himself she was entierly ready for that very ride she seemed to determined to partake within. His knee shifted to part her thighs, affording her several moments to know just what was coming before his hips rolled forward to enter her. That sound of satisfaction stirring deeply within his throat then. Nothing at all comparing to that feel of her around him. Frost finding that rhythm for them and yet- hadn't she said she wanted to ride? He stilled but slightly atop her then, one arm wrapping about her to effortlessly flip their positions. Frost laying back upon that bed with Nadya atop him. Affording her that control now. His words almost breathless as one hand rested back on her hip, encouraging that movement once more.


"You should be in...control of the horse...when your riding."

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