The Beast And The Blessed
It wasn't the bedroom with toys or restraints where he was restricted to be just a man.
I could see his beast rising to the surface, clearly pleased by my mark on his neck and that we were in his territory. It was like a wet dream come true. It was time for Beauty to meet the beast.
My legs dropped from around his hips, and I moaned as my clit slid against the bulge in his pants. I stepped back, smoothing the fabric around my hips until it was neatly folded over my stomach, giving Tobias the full view of my bare center.
"Are you going to come out and play?" My breasts were still on display, and I reached up, cupping them in my palms and pinching my nipples between the knuckles of my fingers.