Free Falling Capricorn by Dallas Adams

lips onto hers.
    Roxie returned the kiss with an edge of passion behind it. Finally, a little loving for Roxie; she’ll take it any time she can get it. One of Eric’s hands held her face, kissing her rather deeply. His body craved her, like the howling wolf craves the moon. Eric’s fingers roamed behind her arm in a slow motion causing waves of chills to ebb and flow through her. Roxie made a small whine as Eric’s tongue entreated entry into her soft bow-shaped lips, exploring her mouth with a feverish curiosity. She returned the gesture wrapping their tongues together so they could slowly dance. Roxie got a firm grip in his hair, pulling just slightly. This caused Eric to kiss much more passionately and deeply. His hand moved from her arm and to her chest, caressing one of her perfectly round breasts. Roxie made a small gasp before crashing onto the bed with him.
    “Oh someone is getting a little frisky,” Eric teased as Roxie broke the kiss. She looked up at him as he held himself up with his hands. A tickle ran through her stomach like she had just remembered a funny forgotten joke, and was now laughing on the inside about it.
    “And you weren’t being frisky?” she questioned him. “Don’t make me laugh,” she added as she undid the buttons to the jacket. Eric shrugged it off his shoulders with ease. He went for her neck, licking it as she continued onto his vest. He moved his mouth away from her neck with a chuckle, pulling it off. Roxie watched Eric. He was moving so slowly, she nearly wanted to just rip the rest of the suit off. She started to ache for him.
    “You seem frustrated Roxie,” he pointed out, finally taking the vest off and tossing it to the side. He undid his red tie, and thrust his hips into hers.
    "Why must business suits have so many layers?" she stated, groaning as she pushed her body back against his. She didn’t wait any longer, pulling the shirt off as he threw his tie to the side. She desperately wanted to surrender under his sweet loving.
     He smirked to himself at how quickly her pace was moving. He returned her hasty actions by quietly whispering steamy words in her ear. She felt her breath quiver from his sultry tone, feeling his hot breath on her neck as he slipped off her night gown. Her naked flesh was met by a torrent of licks, nibbles, and bites. Each place attacked by Eric’s storm was pulsing with warm ripples. It was as though they were both under a sexual spell as they started to move in unison.
     Both found themselves in the natural appearance of humans, tender skin on tender skin. The heat rose from both of their bodies as he crashed down into her. Roxie nearly squealed with the penetration against her slick and smooth walls. Thrusting began gently before becoming forceful. Roxie groaned, and in return Eric let out a deep growl, clawing and ravaging her body.
    Like the mortar and pestle of a great alchemist, they mixed, pounded, ground and stirred until sweet nectar gushed from the petals being worked. This made a rhythmic sound to which the duet shivered and moaned. This grew in force and energy until the rough fusion created an explosion of silky rain leaving two chests rising and falling next to each other. The chalice was left to drain and the sword left to glimmer. 
    “Feeling better?” Roxie asked breathlessly. She was exhausted now. All she wanted was to take a long nap, but she didn’t want this moment to end, either.
    “Of course, are you feeling good too?” he asked, also in a light pant. Roxie’s heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t sure if he was asking for ego reasons or asking because he actually cared. She wondered if she said no, would he actually try to please her, again?
    “Very good,” she purred. She went to cuddle with him but he got up, stretching his arms over his head.
    “Well then, I guess we did good,” he said casually. Roxie watched him with a slight disbelief. “I’m going to take a shower.” With that he headed into the