His hands are a revelation in themselves. I can feel their rough, calloused skin slide under my shirt, lightly scraping me. They come to a rest right ...nder my breasts, kneading the flesh there. I desperately want to feel them palming my mounds, pinching my already hard nipples. His thumbs are making small circles, gradually working their way under my bra. I slide my hands from his chest to his neck and pull him harder into the kiss. I need to feel his skin against mine, need him inside me.. “What, baby?” Ivy frowned as he opened his eyes. “So what?”“I just – just – you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said and marvelled at the save. He was dripping in sweat. Ivy smiled indulgently and touched the side of his face.*The day of the wedding came closer. Everyone was ready. Friends from abroad were flying into the city and the seating plan had been triple-checked. Minor adjustments to timings were being made. They even had an impromptu rehearsal of the ceremony though it seemed pointless. Boris didn't rise to the bait.Vladimir returned his gaze to Anna's face, then he ran it slowly down her body, sighing with satisfaction as he reached her privates. "I... I'll try to be gentle," he whispered, then he grasped his hard cock in one hand and positioned himself before her spread opening.Anna was caught between two powerful forces: she really did want to please her brother, plus she was secretly aroused by the thought, but at the same time, she was terrified. She kept her eyes on. A morning storm had covered the land in a shimmering blanket of snow. Streams of smoke rose from the chimneys, slithering and coiling upward. The lights from the dwelling windows were pinpricks that twinkled like the fireflies he watched on summer nights. He closed his eyes and smiled as he felt the wind lift his wings, the snowflakes making his feathers glisten. The snowy moonlit night of deep blue and pearl reminded him of Heaven. Gabriel visited Earth four times a year to enjoy the change of.