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[She loves him. Completely. Deeply. Nothing will change that, in her mind.

She shifts to straddle his lap, smiling against his lips as he works at her belt to slide his hands along bare skin.]

Bed or here? [He asks even as his mouth starts sucking and leaving little marks on her neck and shoulders.]

Both. [She tips her head back with a soft sound as her fingers skim along his scalp. Diana could carry them both to bed but she isn't ready to give up any moment of contact with him.] Right here.

Mick grumbles low and loud in his chest as his lips trail down and he takes a nipple into his mouth sucking on it and flicking it with his tongue. His hands hold her hips dragging her closer overtop his tented pants letting her feel how hard he was for her]

Diana moans softly, rolling her hips down against Mick as he tastes her skin. She loves him, loves the feel of his hands on her. "You are still too dressed," she teases softly.

He chuckles and bites at her shoulder before letting her pull his shirt off. He rolls them on the couch so she's lying back, her head near the other arm rest and he kicks off his shoes and moves to undo his belt to get his pants off.

Diana tugs at the belt around her waist to allow the fabric to fall completely open before reaching up to wrap her arms around Mick's bare skin, to draw him in close again. Mick is passionate and warm, kinder than he gives himself credit for. Such a gentle heart.

Her hands span up and across his back, stroking his skin to keep him near.

He makes a gruff hum and finally gets his own pants open and off, kicking them off along with his shoes as he does so before coming to kneel above her.

He leans in for a kiss and relishes the touch of her hands on his skin. No thoughts here, just feelings. She's warm and soft in all the right places. His hands move to her hips and gently part her thighs so he can rest between them, his hard cock rubbing against her moist folds.

"Okay?" He asks because he always wants to have her permission for this.

"Always," she says softly. Mick is all that she wants right now, to feel his arms around her, his lips on her skin and the way that they move together. Diana raises up, wrapping her legs around his waist to help encourage Mick forward.

"Always Mick. Please."

She loves him. Completely. Freely.
She only hopes that she hasn't frightened him with the declaration.

He groans as he presses inside of her, his head dipping slightly and his lips brushing hers. She's always so perfect...wonderful, everything he's ever wanted or needed. When she curls her legs around him and pulls him closer her lets himself rest upon her more. He knows she can easily handle his weight and he loves that he can be rough with her and not risk hurting her.

He is afraid, but only because he doesn't understand how to reciprocate her feelings. He doesn't know what to do with someone loving him because it's never happened before.