Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
If Thal knew about Vesper's studious efforts in Haulanani, she might have been tempted to thank them, relishing the way his mouth moves perfectly in its intentions. It's certainly through their careful instruction that she's reaping the benefits. His shadows, on the other hand, are all him, wrapping and tightening in all the right places that make her gasp and squirm.
Her head falls back against the sand, humming against the pressure on her throat, comfortably possessive through the growing pleasure. It makes her bite her lip before the other tendril is reaching for her breast, kneading her nipple to send her heartbeat racing higher, small sounds squeezing through the space between them. From every hair on her head to the tips of her toes digging into the sand, her nerves sing for him, the synchrony playing her like a violin, leading it in a growing crescendo.
His hum on her wet center sends a shudder down her body, her hips rolling against his mouth to feel him deeper. Another almost-plea might have been on her lips - or a sweet curse - only deepened by the new addition of his shadows that feel like a harmonious duet with his tongue, each doing their part to widen the crack forming against the wall of her release. Thal can see the climax just out of reach, her body calling for Vesper to break through that barrier, drowning her in the pleasure it holds.
She can tell that she's not going to last long, but she doesn't care. Her point had been proven earlier, her victory achieved; all she wants now is to lose herself on the tip of his tongue, falling apart in the throughs of rippling pleasure that are already threatening to tear through her.
Her head falls back against the sand, humming against the pressure on her throat, comfortably possessive through the growing pleasure. It makes her bite her lip before the other tendril is reaching for her breast, kneading her nipple to send her heartbeat racing higher, small sounds squeezing through the space between them. From every hair on her head to the tips of her toes digging into the sand, her nerves sing for him, the synchrony playing her like a violin, leading it in a growing crescendo.
His hum on her wet center sends a shudder down her body, her hips rolling against his mouth to feel him deeper. Another almost-plea might have been on her lips - or a sweet curse - only deepened by the new addition of his shadows that feel like a harmonious duet with his tongue, each doing their part to widen the crack forming against the wall of her release. Thal can see the climax just out of reach, her body calling for Vesper to break through that barrier, drowning her in the pleasure it holds.
She can tell that she's not going to last long, but she doesn't care. Her point had been proven earlier, her victory achieved; all she wants now is to lose herself on the tip of his tongue, falling apart in the throughs of rippling pleasure that are already threatening to tear through her.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
