"Yeah, it seems so." He pulls her closer to him and says, "You’ve been spending too much time without me."
With an annoyed click of his tongue, Ivan pushed himself off of the bed and made his way over to the door. After a brief discussion with Mikhail, he closed the door shut and locked it, making his way back to where she lay waiting for him.
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders giving him a massage. “Oh the work of a Prince is never done. Poor princey. She passionately kissed his lips. What are we going to do with you?”
"Hmm, more like the question is, what am I going to do with you?” Ivan relaxed under her soothing touch, his tense shoulders drooping as her fingers squeezed the muscles.
"You’re the Prince and what you say goes in Sanct Sybil," She teases. *She pulls away from him and lays down on her back* "So how do you want it?"
"Let’s see…" Ivan scanned her body and leaned in to her bare chest. "I think I’ll start here."
Oh really? Because I thought we would start here *she rubbed at his bulge* she begins to nibble at his lips and push him down on his back straddling him to the bed
"Go ahead then." Ivan slackened his grip on her and relaxed into the bed.
You seem comfortable. I guess this is what it feels like to ride a horse, hmm? She giggles and rocks her hips into his.
*Scratch scratch scratch* *whimpers*
Did you leave Yuri and Sneg outside? Because that’s obviously the noise on the other side of the door.