strawberry shortcake, the comfort, the fireplace, no fear, no worries for a tiny, tiny while. Except him. His kiss still lingered, a dreamy possession of her lips.
Licking the last creamy bite from her spoon, Sedona set her bowl down, out of the way. Volcano still relished his. Sublime joy were the only words she could think of to describe him. She lay on her side, propped up on her elbow, watching. His face fascinated her.
The warmth of the flames felt lovely and soon drowsiness swept over her. The lyrical Celtic music, now playing in the background, nourished her soul. She let her eyes close, and lay down on the rug. “See. I’m too old for you, cherub. No spunk. Oh no, my supplements.” She raised up partially. “Forgot to take them, what I have left.”
“Manna, Sedona. It will be all you need for physical restoration.”
“Did you say ‘restoration’?” Sedona let herself lay back down.
“I think you would say ‘anti-aging’.” Volcano set his bowl down, looking as if he’d had his fill. “You’ll have more spunk.”
“That’s what I need.” Sedona popped her eyes open, and sat up. “Special Agent, I don’t want to see her in my dreams again.” She leaned back against the sofa. “Manna caffeine?”
“Foot energizing,” he offered, smiled as if he owned every panacea.
“Foot energizing?” Sedona suspiciously eyed him.
“You just want my foot yearning for your seduction.”
“You want your feet massaged. You know you do,” he bad boy teased her.
He was dead-on right, of course. He moved toward her on his hands and knees, reminding her of a big eager dog. Halting, he gently picked up her foot, then removed the supple half-boot.
“You’re a cherub cobra and I’m mesmerized,” she whispered, amazed at herself. She simply cooperated with him.
“It’s just a foot.” His eyes sparkled mischievously.
“Just a foot! Every acupuncture point! You can have orgasms — ” Horrified Sedona snapped her mouth shut, but couldn’t jerk her foot away from the hold of his super wonderful hands.
“Orgasms,” he repeated, his tone a naughty caress. Tenderly he rubbed her foot.
Sedona could only close her eyes, melt against the sofa, and enjoy. His hands felt healing as he massaged her foot. “Cherub healing frequencies?”
“Only the best divine vibes, I promise.” Tenderly he rubbed his thumbs over the top of her foot.
“Aren’t their girl cherubs, woman cherubs?” she whispered on soft breaths. “Cherub girlfriend back home?”
“No. Cherubs are only masculine in gender.”
“But they don’t generally cohabitate with Earth women.” Damn, she felt too fragile and feminine with him, and so relaxed.
“Not as a lover, no.” Gradually he stroked more sensually.
“Divine,” she murmured, surrendering more and more, feeling herself more and more willing to let him have what he physically wanted from her. Her loins warmed, and moved toward molten need.
Volcano gently lowered her foot, then picked up her other foot. He watched her aura turn flame golden for him. Removing her boot, he slowly stroked over her small strong foot, ivory luminous in the firelight.
He felt her human angst, and her human triumph. He felt her angelic fierce light, and her sage divinity. More and more, he understood how she had survived on Earth, despite all the terrors inflicted against her, and despite the crimes against her soul. He felt her belief she had failed, and failed the people of Earth. Failed herself.
After administering the healing frequencies, he smoothed his thumb over her arch sensuously and listened to her involuntary tiny whimper. Seductively he caressed her foot, carefully raising her sexuality for him. The blistering glisten of her aura mingled with his auric field, tantalizing, and ferociously raising his being and his manhood even more. For her.
“Are you ... ” she whispered, her eyes closed, and her breaths rapid.
“Am I going to erotically stimulate you to
Licking the last creamy bite from her spoon, Sedona set her bowl down, out of the way. Volcano still relished his. Sublime joy were the only words she could think of to describe him. She lay on her side, propped up on her elbow, watching. His face fascinated her.
The warmth of the flames felt lovely and soon drowsiness swept over her. The lyrical Celtic music, now playing in the background, nourished her soul. She let her eyes close, and lay down on the rug. “See. I’m too old for you, cherub. No spunk. Oh no, my supplements.” She raised up partially. “Forgot to take them, what I have left.”
“Manna, Sedona. It will be all you need for physical restoration.”
“Did you say ‘restoration’?” Sedona let herself lay back down.
“I think you would say ‘anti-aging’.” Volcano set his bowl down, looking as if he’d had his fill. “You’ll have more spunk.”
“That’s what I need.” Sedona popped her eyes open, and sat up. “Special Agent, I don’t want to see her in my dreams again.” She leaned back against the sofa. “Manna caffeine?”
“Foot energizing,” he offered, smiled as if he owned every panacea.
“Foot energizing?” Sedona suspiciously eyed him.
“You just want my foot yearning for your seduction.”
“You want your feet massaged. You know you do,” he bad boy teased her.
He was dead-on right, of course. He moved toward her on his hands and knees, reminding her of a big eager dog. Halting, he gently picked up her foot, then removed the supple half-boot.
“You’re a cherub cobra and I’m mesmerized,” she whispered, amazed at herself. She simply cooperated with him.
“It’s just a foot.” His eyes sparkled mischievously.
“Just a foot! Every acupuncture point! You can have orgasms — ” Horrified Sedona snapped her mouth shut, but couldn’t jerk her foot away from the hold of his super wonderful hands.
“Orgasms,” he repeated, his tone a naughty caress. Tenderly he rubbed her foot.
Sedona could only close her eyes, melt against the sofa, and enjoy. His hands felt healing as he massaged her foot. “Cherub healing frequencies?”
“Only the best divine vibes, I promise.” Tenderly he rubbed his thumbs over the top of her foot.
“Aren’t their girl cherubs, woman cherubs?” she whispered on soft breaths. “Cherub girlfriend back home?”
“No. Cherubs are only masculine in gender.”
“But they don’t generally cohabitate with Earth women.” Damn, she felt too fragile and feminine with him, and so relaxed.
“Not as a lover, no.” Gradually he stroked more sensually.
“Divine,” she murmured, surrendering more and more, feeling herself more and more willing to let him have what he physically wanted from her. Her loins warmed, and moved toward molten need.
Volcano gently lowered her foot, then picked up her other foot. He watched her aura turn flame golden for him. Removing her boot, he slowly stroked over her small strong foot, ivory luminous in the firelight.
He felt her human angst, and her human triumph. He felt her angelic fierce light, and her sage divinity. More and more, he understood how she had survived on Earth, despite all the terrors inflicted against her, and despite the crimes against her soul. He felt her belief she had failed, and failed the people of Earth. Failed herself.
After administering the healing frequencies, he smoothed his thumb over her arch sensuously and listened to her involuntary tiny whimper. Seductively he caressed her foot, carefully raising her sexuality for him. The blistering glisten of her aura mingled with his auric field, tantalizing, and ferociously raising his being and his manhood even more. For her.
“Are you ... ” she whispered, her eyes closed, and her breaths rapid.
“Am I going to erotically stimulate you to
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