Audrey pressed closer against him before both fell back on the bed. She moaned loudly, blushing as it echoed throughout the room, and pushed her head back against the pillows, chest out. She stared down at Tyrel, the sudden urge to flip on top of him coming over her. Once she was sitting right above his member she ran her cold hands up and down his torso, pressing her fingers into the muscle and massaging a bit. Still being a virgin she hadn't a clue of what to do, and only did what felt right.
Oh, the tiger will love you. There is no sincerer love than the love of food. George Bernard Shaw
** I was planning on it haha. After all... it'd be kind of odd to turn them from unexperianced to masters just in one night lol**
Audrey smiled lightly down at him, pressing her lips softly to his. He was perfect and she really didn't deserve someone as great as him. She wrapped her hands around his torso, face burried into his chest, breathing in his scent that she relished in. Everything he said and did was perfect, and she was almost jealous of him. Her love for him, however, was far more stronger than her jealousy, and that was something that made her deeply happy. Not the happy one gets from getting a new pet, or something like that, but truley, and deeply happy. "I love you," she said once again. There was no point in saying anything else other than that over and over again. Audrey sighed into his soft, yet strong chest, her fiery auburn hair spread out everywhere and cat-like green eyes staring into Tyrel's own warm ones.
Oh, the tiger will love you. There is no sincerer love than the love of food. George Bernard Shaw
Tyrel smiled. "I love you too." He whispered softly kissing her again and then letting his fingers thread into her beautiful hair. He loved the color of her eyes, her hair, everything about her.
She smiled at him and they kissed again holding each other close, relishing in it.