Here is a teaser from this week's SML written by Dellaterra: "Oh, Emmett," she breathed, taking in his warm scent, the feel of his muscles under her hand, the delicate kisses that were growing more insistent, his moan when she responded to them.
With a look of wonder in her eyes, she attempted to make sense of it all, but she was overwhelmed, her head spinning with confusion and desire. There had never been a moment of tenderness such as this in any of their films. After all this time, after all that fucking, they were... making love.
With one finger he traced her cheek, then lifted her head and pushed the pillows to the side, preferring to cradle her head with his arm instead. It had been one of his favorite poses during the day and Jacob had taken hundreds of photos of them like this. He basked in the feel of his slim, muscular hips between her thighs, his tight abs against hers, his smooth chest against the softness of her breasts. They still wore the utilitarian, yet sexy, underwear they'd been hired to promote, but they barely noticed it between them.
She reached around and pulled him closer in an embrace that left her breathless with his full weight upon her, his warmth igniting a fire deep in her belly. She spread her legs wider as she felt the pressure increase from his hips, his erection pushing against her insistently. No porno fluffer needed here.
She sighed as she thought about all the ways she'd seen him wield his beautiful cock during the past year – ever the swordsman, never the lover. She didn't think he had it in him to be one, didn't think he was capable of putting aside his emotional armor long enough to let anyone in. She couldn't explain it yet; maybe she'd never be able to. But now everything was different.
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