[Silk dampens and is as soft as the petals of a rose. Matt is certain he'll find other things just as lush and pleasing to the touch. His fingers thread into her fire kissed hair, the other hand pulling her close as she is willing to stand. Leather and the warm, warm heat of her body make him feel like summer has fallen upon him in her embrace. Disrobing is usually something that happens slowly in the harsh climate of the north.]
[ She gives a soft cry into his mouth, pushing against his fingers insistently before she's arching her back to push up her breasts and smoothing, pink nubs rubbing against dark leather, her hands smoothing up his chest. ]
Is my bear ready to show me this "Northern hospitality" I hear so much about?
[The ties that hold her small clothes up give away and as much as he would like to begin lapping up the nectar as any bear would he moves to undo the fastens. The leather tunic and ornate work give away to a softer, lighter cotton which so easily comes undone. Below is a body hardened by labor, battle and long, cold winters. The belt that fastens trousers on really is being put to the test with the full groin expression of his desire. Matt laughs softly to himself as he undoes the leather, it can be done while burying his lightly shaven face into the soft cushion of her breasts.]
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Is my bear ready to show me this "Northern hospitality" I hear so much about?
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