#corlina

[ilovelaica]

Gianluca Quondam Gregorio & Corlina.

Final of the 5 year old horses

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World Breeding Championships at Zangersheide

(c) by me

[ilovelaica]

Gianluca Quondam Gregorio & Corlina.

Final of the 5 year old horses

World Breeding Championships at Zangersheide

(c) by me

[alinafoxfield]

Slow Fire Burn || Corlina

                                 Slow Fire Burn || Corlina

corbin-peterson:

It had been a pretty quiet Wednesday evening for Corbin. He had made his dinner for one, wrapping up the leftovers and storing them in the fridge, then set to cleaning up his kitchen, his home always in order. He wasn’t sure if that was to do with his upbringing or his time in the military, but he was always organized and neat, everything had an order and he liked it that way. He was settled on the couch, dozing off watching some fishing show on the discovery channel when he heard a soft tapping at his door. His eyes widening slightly as he looked at the time, he pushed himself up, rubbing at his face as he moved to the door. He pulled it open to find Alina at his door, and he was slightly taken aback. “Alina…” he started softly but she was pushing him into his apartment and then she was kissing him, and he could taste the soft traces of alcohol on her tongue. He broke the kiss, hands settling on her shoulders, looking over her face. “Are you drunk,” he asked slowly, his brow furrowing slightly. 

As soon as Corbin's hands were on Alina's shoulders her hands were racing up his sides, feeling his muscles through his shirt, trailing down his arms, and meeting his finger tips. Slipping under her little fingers under his she moved them behind her so she was pressed against him. The outfit Savvy had put her in would have stopped her from placing his hands there if she hadn't had a few drinks. The short shorts that exposed her thin and toned thighs as well as the top of her black lace thong were low enough in her back that his fingers brushed against her bare skin. The closeness, smelling him, and stepping on the tips of her toes pressing her lips to his so she could taste him, gave her goose bumps. "I'm not drunk," her eyes opened slowly and met his. "I was at a party but I came here before it was over." Staying on her toes she kissed him again, running the tip of her tongue across his lips slowly. "I want you." She whispered quietly against his lips as her hands pressed against his chest. "I wanted to say it while I could. While I wouldn't blush about it." Slipping a finger under the hem of his shirt. "I want to kiss you." Her eyes fluttered and she kissed his chin, "here." Moving lower she tilted her head and pressed her lips to his adam's apple and then moving his collar she kissed his collarbone. "and there..." She bit her lip and let her fingers fall to the top of his pants. Their eyes met and his blue eyes took her breath away. Waiting for what felt like an eternity for him to say something or do something. Her body seemed to ache while she waited, never wanting anyone or anything so badly.