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    Nobis Pacem Chapter 1

    “Fuck,” she interrupted me before I could lay my neck back down. She slipped her hands underneath my neck, and gave me the most explosive kiss I’d ever received.

    She held nothing back and forced my mouth to open wider, and then slipped her tongue into my mouth. She licked, curved, and rubbed her tongue against my tongue, making love to it, and, after she’d released mine from that sweet torture, my tongue stayed fairly still in her mouth, stunned I think. Hers continued exploring my mouth and as it did I felt her hips press urgently against mine. Her divine nipples had grown hard and were poking at me – we both let out a low moan when I shifted slightly and our breasts rubbed against one another.

    I felt fairly certain, although didn’t mind one bit, that I was shortly going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Now this, my friends, is a French kiss. Just when I started to see stars, she released my mouth and shifted her kiss to gentle ones across my face until she got to my right ear. I gasped and gulped air hungrily, while subconsciously began humping against her hips. I grabbed hold of her ass cheeks, groaning at the sweet, silky smoothness underneath my palms before filling my hands with their firm flesh.

    There are some people who don’t like their ears being messed with while making love – I’m not one of them.

    I moaned as loud as I’d had to that point when she nipped on my lobe with tips of her teeth and then flicked her tongue into my ear, blowing a warm breath into it.

    “You like that, huh?” she growled sexily, and I nodded quickly. “I’ll remember that.”

    I croaked, “How about you, what do you like?”

    She kissed a trail over my cheeks to the other ear and rubbed her whole body against mine, stoking the fire to a fever pitch.

    “Just feeling your hot skin rub against mine, your hands everywhere on my body: you’re doing everything right, lover,” she whispered hotly into my ear, and then nibbled lightly along the ridges of the ear with her teeth, before biting and then suckling the other earlobe, just like she’d done to the first one.

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      • Here in spirit. But this is about a few special L words that play out in a couple’s life in another part of town. In the fringes of the world of the series I’ve been writing; but different. Hope you like it.

    1. Will try this again. Left a message about 4:00 this morning and something happened, it’s not posted. My message was to thank you for posting such a beautiful love story. And that I hope this story will be continued we would like to know what happens to Aerin in the future. Thanks for sharing.

    2. Dainty, Hellbent, and new friends: thanks for the comments. Honestly: was tough to pull this together, but it was worth it. Am v glad you liked it. Ok. I hear you. It may take a while for an update on her story, but it will be coming.

      • Well this was a pleasant surprise. I am always seeking an episode from your creativity. So much, I had to buy a smaller electronic device so that I might read your input on the go. Now, for me buying another electronic anything is saying a lot. I am one of the “dial phone” “get up and change the channel” “do not Text me and expect an answer” old school DIE HARD. But, your writing genius persuaded me to become a mobile reader at my neighborhood “coffee house.” Please continue to write

    3. Beautiful story. I could feel Aerin’s struggle. I would love to read about the 18 months in between their first time and Chris’ final moments. I sure it would be moving.

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