don't you shy away

VARUS

She slips toward him and he makes room for her, guiding her into his lap as he tries to hang onto that last thread of sensation before it’s buried away. She straddles him, guides his head in closer, a beg that has him thriving for another bite. He avoids Nate’s scars entirely, not because of his perception of what they mean to her, but because he’s simply trying to find her skin wherever he can reach. In this instance, it’s unceremoniously her shoulder, lips trailing along her collarbone to the soft skin that stretches across a surprisingly strong shoulder.

She guides his only hand and he hopes that she can hold onto him because he certainly doesn’t have another hand to help balance her while he pleasures her, and he pauses before his teeth sink in so that his fingers can slip beneath the band of her pants and her underwear, slipping his fingers deeper into her warmth so that he can press and stroke against her clit — the second he does and the pressure is applied, he hums and sinks his teeth in again, this time not tampering down on the rumbling groan that vibrates through him. He continues with the bite while his fingers work in quick circling strokes, trying to draw her closer with the only two ways he can right now.

stories without a few let downs are boring when told
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds