After a Night of Dancing [Mature]

[Jaxon Hearth]

Her hands moved up his neck, fingers entangled in his locks of hair as she continued to cry out in pleasure. She returned the kiss, much more passionate than any other they had shared tonight. Her lips soon descended onto his neck,licking and nipping at the skin, muffling her moans only slightly. Her back arched, urging him to go deeper still, her body heat continuing to rise.

He arched against her lips, feeling sharp teeth tug wickedly at the nape of his neck. His skin tingling where her fingers raked and her heels kicked, driving his passions deeper and harder. He ploughed her, his thickness stretching her as he closed around him deliciously. Hardening, stiffening for the final outcome. His resolve melting in the heated embrace as he gasped, crying out as the peak was reached.

[Jolie Nemcova]

Her body felt as if it were on fire as he continued to thrust harder into her core. Her legs and arms tightened around him as she felt as though she'd explode from pure pleasure at any moment. Her face contorted slightly as she cried aloud with him, reaching complete climax. Her breathing remained erratic as she tried to recover. She could feel little beads of sweat lightly dribbling down her face.

[Jaxon Hearth]

Jaxon gasped one last before he felt it rising through him. Panting, he pawed at one tit, his lips burried in her neck as he moaned, "Oh God.. oh fuck, Jo... I'm gonna cum... oh Christ, help me I'm gonna cum..." It seemed to rush like a flood from the center of him, flowing up through his body to the brink.

[Jolie Nemcova]

"Oh Jaxon.." Jolie panted out as he pawed at her breast, thrusting faster, more out of control. Her hands dug into his shoulders as she arched her back once more. She let out one last final cry as he made his last thrust. "God, Jax.." She managed through harsh breaths.

[Jaxon Hearth]

"Jolie," he gasped. "JOLIE!" He thrust, driving himself deep as his baser instincts desire as his orgasm bursts forth from him. His cum flooding outwards in hard, thick spurts. Each gasp, each breath of hair accompanied by another erruption, feeling himself empty entirely inside of her warm, yielding flesh.

[Jolie Nemcova]

Jolie kept her arms wrapped around his shoulder, loosening her grip. Her chest rose up and down rapidly as she inhaled sharply. She leaned up slightly, kissing his jawline before smiling up at him. "That was...amazing." She told him inbetween breaths.

((sorry it's not very much =/ ))

[Jaxon Hearth]

Jaxon gave a soft shudder, resting his head against her shoulder and sighed contentedly, breathing deeply. Slowly he settled atop her, flesh to flesh as he looked up, his blue eyes shining in afterglow as he grinned, kissing her chin, her nose, bathing her face in little kisses. "Mmm, Jolie. I didn't know you could move like that!"

[Jolie Nemcova]

At his comment, Jolie gave a soft laugh. "I could say the same for you. I knew you could move on the dance floor, but not like that." She joked, beaming up at him. Her breathing was still a little shallow as she lay underneath him. She moved slightly, kissing his cheek.

[Jaxon Hearth]

He chuckled at the jest, closing his eyes for a moment. Slowly he shifted to the side, feeling himself slip from between her thighs, wet with their mixed lovemaking until he lay next to her. Fingers danced down the front of her, more exploratory than anything, touching her flesh and examining her beauty. "Mmm, I didn't think you could look any more beautiful. But I was wrong." Jax leaned in and gave Jolie a long, appreciative kiss.

[Jolie Nemcova]

A wide smile crossed her features at his comment. As their lips met, Jolie placed a hand gently on the side of his jaw. Once the kiss was broken, Jolie gazed into his eyes. "You and your compliments." She chuckled, planting another soft kiss on his lips.

[Jaxon Hearth]

Jaxon shrugged humbly. "I just call 'em as I see 'em." He stroked Jolie's face softly as she captured his lips again, his eyes closing as they traded soft kisses back and forth. "Mmm, as much as I don't want to interrupt this, I don't want to provide a surprise for any unsupecting family members walking through that front door. You have a bedroom we can retire to where I can worship that body of yours properly?"

[Jolie Nemcova]

"That probably wouldn't be good.." Jolie scrunched her face slightly, then smiled. She was sure that her father wouldn't be back for quiet some time, and her mother would be gone for atleast another two or three days, but there was always that chance. "It's upstairs." She sat up, waiting for him.

[Jaxon Hearth]

Jax chuckled and cast about for the discarded clothing, gathering it up into a bundle and nodded. "Lead the way, sugarlips," he joked and watched the gentle sashaying of her very firm rear. "Mmm, I think I can appreciate every angle of you, my dear." Gathering the clothes into a one-hand managable ball, he lightly swats Jolie's ass as they ascend the stairs.

[Jolie Nemcova]

Another giggle escaped from her after hearing his comment and his hand swat at her bottom. She walked a little ways down the hall then stopped once she reached her room, pushing the door open. The room was the definition of girly, but Jolie of course is girly. The walls were striped with light pink and brown, accessories like lamps and pillows matched. Asorted pictures of her friends and herself hung around the room or sat on dressers along with gymnastic medals and dance trophies from ballet. Jolie turned and looked at Jaxon, laughing softly. "Sorry about all the pink." She shrugged lightly.

[Jaxon Hearth]

Jaxon looked around with a silly grin on his face. Pink! Why does it always have to be pink! he thought, mimicing Harrison Ford's exclamation in Raiders. He shook his head from that image and leaned in, kissing the back of her neck. "That's not a problem, sweetheart. I think I can handle quite a bit of pink. Haven't minded it yet so far tonight?" Two fingers snaked around the curve of her rearend, rubbing the cleft of her legs, still moist from their earlier love-making.