Merde... [ The curse lacks its usual impact, a mere stuttering sigh of wonderment at the sensations he's arousing in her, shuddering beneath him as his lips meander down from the crook of her neck to traverse her heaving chestโ his mouth burns a trail across her skin, and the earnest devotion takes her aback. She can feel the care he pours into every touch, the comfort he's doing his best to offer her, just like she'd beseeched. The world around them has shrunken, crystallized into nothing but this; this need and this connection that exists between them for this moment.
She matches his groan with a low moan of her own when his mouth finds her tight nipple, his hand palming her opposite breast. Her back arches off the ground a little and her fingers grasp at his back, blunt nails digging into his flesh as she writhes beneath his touches. Blood rushes in her ears, and she's no longer thinking. Just feeling, every kiss and caress and brush of skin against skin, scalding and heady. The more attention he pays to her chest, the more inflamed and impatient she feels. Her hands begin to drift restlessly, stroking over his back and shoulders, brushing over the nape of his neck and slipping down along his sides, nails scraping lightly here and there, her breaths coming in trembling little huffs.
She bites her lip on a groan as his fingers roll her hardened nipple just so, and her hands suddenly snake down to scrabble with the fastenings of her own trousers, evidently intent of being rid of those too soon enough. ]
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Date: 2025-05-27 06:12 pm (UTC)She matches his groan with a low moan of her own when his mouth finds her tight nipple, his hand palming her opposite breast. Her back arches off the ground a little and her fingers grasp at his back, blunt nails digging into his flesh as she writhes beneath his touches. Blood rushes in her ears, and she's no longer thinking. Just feeling, every kiss and caress and brush of skin against skin, scalding and heady. The more attention he pays to her chest, the more inflamed and impatient she feels. Her hands begin to drift restlessly, stroking over his back and shoulders, brushing over the nape of his neck and slipping down along his sides, nails scraping lightly here and there, her breaths coming in trembling little huffs.
She bites her lip on a groan as his fingers roll her hardened nipple just so, and her hands suddenly snake down to scrabble with the fastenings of her own trousers, evidently intent of being rid of those too soon enough. ]