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The Train	By : FallenRome Category: S through Z > Van Helsing Views: 4750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Train
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He grabbmy wmy wrist where it wrapped around the door and slammed it shut, quickly locking
it. He pulled me next to him on the soft
blue cushions.

His
handsome face flickered as he read my expression and deep into my eyes. His hair was tousled around his face and his
hands were unintentionally powerful around my arms.

He released
them and grabbed the sides of my face, strong but sweet, and my mouth rested
open over his as his tongue slipped in and out of my lips.

I let out a
little cry, putting my thumbs along his jaw and grasping him to pull him closer
and deepen the kiss, our bodies fitting together perfectly as I tilted myself
over him and his neck found a pillow on the soft armrest. I slid my hands onto him chest and felt its
warmth through his shirt, my body progressively pushing itself more around him
of its own accord.

He gently
lifted me away to stand up, but he was sweet for only a minute before he
wrapped his hands so tight across my back that I could feel every place where
our bodies were pressed together, my feet resting on their toes, my neck bent
far back, my breasts pushing against him and my arms trailing down his back.

I unhooked
my desperate mouth from his a second later, pulling away to rest the tips of my
fingers between us on his chest, gliding them down its cotton-veiled surface to
pull his thing shirt over his head. His
hands high above his head, I pushed my palms nst nst the insides of his elbows
and slipped my inner thigh against his leg so he was pinned against the
wall. I smiled as I looked into his
eyes, pretending my stomach hadn�t turned with nervous energy, and licked his
bottom lip, taking the upper into my mouth for a moment as his breath rushed
out.

I laughed
silently, and his head tilted back as I pressed half-open lips across his neck
and down him chest, crouching and finally releasing his arms when I got past
his sternum to slide my arms down his glistening chest.

I worked my
thumbs into it as I kissed all the way down to the top of his pants. I could see that he was ready, and I lightly
ran one finger across the front of his tight pants before moving the hand up
his chest to rise up and lick his taut nipples. His breath shuddered onto
my forehead, and I both ached for him and could go on playing for ages.
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I slid my
tongue across his jaw line and into his mouth, and his hands reached down the
sides of my waist to squeeze my ass. I
shuddered now, and he pushed me on the bench.

His forefinger
strayed around my nipple before he unlaced my corset and pulled off my shirt,
quickly moving on to my pants and removing them as quickly as he could, bending
at my boots to pull them off. He rolled
my pants over my ankles and pushed away my shoes. He looked up at me from where he kneeled and pulled my legs
apart. I gasped and dug my fingernails
into the back of the seat, one of his fingers pushing its way inside me and
emerging coated with shining, half-transparent white. He spread it across my eager clitoris and I quivered at the sort
pressure.

He smiled
and leaned down to lick it away, pressing softly again but then harder as he smoothed
it again. Both of his forefingers
found their way into me, thrusting in and out as I began to squirm, my breath
rising hard against the bottom of my ribcage and shivers reversing themselves
to come from the heat that accumulated across my spine.

He pulled
his fingers all the way out, and my neck arched back as he took a final taste
of my clit with a tiny bite. His tongue
slid down, over my lips and in a sweet caress to tense itself into my
vagina.

�God!�
escaped me in a shuddering breath and my eyes fluttered closed. My fingers dug into his shoulders. He licked across the surface over and over
and I felt my thighs tighten and the pleasure grow. I wasn�t breathing anymore, just gasping as I felt it all collect
in my abdomen, pregnant with joy.

His fingers
replaced his tongue again, pumping hard as I threatened to lose control, his
mouth returning to its old position to suck hard. I felt my muscles tense for one last violent time and�

He stopped
everything.

I was
trying hard to breathe normally, not to let him hear me pant and to hide the
throbbing of my clitoris as he moved his face level with my eyes, not to let
his know that I wanted his idle fingers to continue with their devilish work.

�I just
want you to know, Anna,� he said, himself out of breath, �that I love you.�

�I� I love
you, too,� I managed, squirming hard against him.

His mouth
closed around my nipple, and his fingers stroked gently. He sucked for a moment before moving,
frenzied around my clitoris and bringing to me to filling ecstasy, my muscles
pulling in and out and my hands tight-laced through his hair.

I pulled
his face up to mine and kissed him deeply, tasting myself in him and working
furiously on his pants, finally pushing them down. I helped him step out of them and his shoes, kneeling in front of
him and looking up at his hard penis, running my tongue across the inside of
his thighs and wrapping it across the base, sliding it up across the tensed
flesh until I reached the top. He let
out his breath as I pushed against the bottom with my tongue, and I blew my
warm breath across it as he murmured, �Anna��
I finally
enveloped it with my mouth, sliding my lips across it as far back as I could go
and wrapping each finger on my right hand around it where I missed and stroking
the inside of his thighs with my left.

I slid my
head gently back and forth, musing over the change in his breathing and the
eagerness I could taste. He let out a
low noise, and I felt myself twinge.

There came
a rap on the door. �Twenty minutes to
your stop!� cried a young voice, uneducated in such things as these.

Velkan
pushed me back and the shoulders and spread me on the cushioned bench, the window�s
rushing air rudely underscoring my nakedness.

But it was
only a moment until he was deeply inside of me, new bliss as I closed my eyes
and hooked my ankles across his back. I
could tell he was enjoying it too, and I wanted to bring him to pleasure that
would make that which dripped across his chest and from my body insignificant. I wanted to show him what it would be
blasphemy to try to explain in the confines of mortal words, something to last
forever in his immortal soul.

I fought
back the pleasure and stiffened myself into his thrusts, holding him tighter and
harder, and when I could feel that he was doing to himself, not allowing the
waves to take him away, I let myself go, him still moving in and out as I
relaxed, contracted and arched with expelled pleasure. He grunted, about to do the same, and I
hissed, �No, not yet,� pushing my body back and forth with his rhythm, still
letting him plunge deeper and my hands caressing the bleeding flesh where my
fingernails had grasped his flesh with all their abandon.

I was
tightening again this time, and the pressure brought tears to my eyes and
choked my throat. I let out a breathy
sigh, and his mouth pulled my neck into itself, slipping me easily into
euphoria again as he let go with he, both of us slipping into a parallel
universe and consciousness, my contractions wild against his spill. We both cried each other�s names at the same
time, letting the bliss take us away.

He thrust
himself inside of me a few more times, his hand playing along my chest, and a
whistle blew.

He slowly
pulled himself out of me, and I let my feet slip across his toned back. He hastily pulled up his pants and shuffled
his shirt over his chest, and I watched, eyes half closed, as the back seeped
crimson. He pushed himself from the
compartment and closed the door.

A smile
grew across my face as I heard him tell the boy we would ride the train
overnight to Muscovy.
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