Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Although she has no plans to go anywhere, Thal likes the way Vesper grasps at her, burying himself in every bit of her like she might drift away; but every sound from his lips, every tightly woven piece of muscle beneath her fingers, every inch she takes makes it hard to even play with the idea of leaving. As if just to prove her right, the sudden, rhythmic pressure against her clit sends her heart racing faster, her hips bucking in an attempt to feel more of his shadows, because it's not enough. All it does it push her farther into the maddening vortex spinning in her mind, dragging her deeper into the building pressure, where light and reason are nothing but a fantasy.
She manages to control the urges enough to slow the thrusts to a pleasurable rhythm - just as Vesper flicks his tongue against her nipple. Her back arches as she grabs at his hair, tangling her fingers in the short locks as thoughts slip through her fingers like bubbles through the wave of pleasure. But it's still not enough, and she can feel the way her body is already begging for release.
In the sea of sensations, it takes her a second to register his words, brows furrowing with confusion as she loses herself in the grind of their hips. Tongue twister? She can barely breath without it catching, barely open her mouth without moaning, barely think at all - and he wants her to recite a tongue twister? Thal nearly laughs at the absurdity, and she momentarily considers refusing the request, but part of her wants to see where he's going with this, so she indulges him, leaning her head down so that her hot, heavy breaths tickle against his ear. "Lesser leather never weathered wetter weather better." It isn't so much the words as the way she sings them, the notes lulling and seductively suggestive with every roll of her hips, punctuated with a low hum as she tries to catch her breath.
Nipping her fangs against his ear, she tightens herself around him with a deep intake of air, her voice raspy and dripping with lust. "Anything else you want me to say, Vesper?" His name is an offer and a plea to get on with wherever it is he's taking them.
She manages to control the urges enough to slow the thrusts to a pleasurable rhythm - just as Vesper flicks his tongue against her nipple. Her back arches as she grabs at his hair, tangling her fingers in the short locks as thoughts slip through her fingers like bubbles through the wave of pleasure. But it's still not enough, and she can feel the way her body is already begging for release.
In the sea of sensations, it takes her a second to register his words, brows furrowing with confusion as she loses herself in the grind of their hips. Tongue twister? She can barely breath without it catching, barely open her mouth without moaning, barely think at all - and he wants her to recite a tongue twister? Thal nearly laughs at the absurdity, and she momentarily considers refusing the request, but part of her wants to see where he's going with this, so she indulges him, leaning her head down so that her hot, heavy breaths tickle against his ear. "Lesser leather never weathered wetter weather better." It isn't so much the words as the way she sings them, the notes lulling and seductively suggestive with every roll of her hips, punctuated with a low hum as she tries to catch her breath.
Nipping her fangs against his ear, she tightens herself around him with a deep intake of air, her voice raspy and dripping with lust. "Anything else you want me to say, Vesper?" His name is an offer and a plea to get on with wherever it is he's taking them.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
