Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Through the blistering heat of her orgasm that pummels her body into submission, Thal is only faintly aware of the decrease of air. She only hears the dull roar in her ears shift to the sharp ringing, her body screaming every note of pleasure. What should have caused the bright light in her mind to darken and fade only sharpens her senses, constricting it to a narrow glimpse of the unimaginable paradise she finds herself in.
Just as quickly, she falls into the shuddering wreckage of her body. Her sucking, gasping breath scrapes against the hoarseness of her throat as the cold air stings along the sensitive tissue. It's pain and pleasure tied so tightly together that her vision swims, nothing worth her focus in the midst of so much to feel. The rough texture of sand against her back as she feebly rocks her hips on Vesper's lazy tongue, the residual shivers that traverse her from head to curled toe, the gulping breaths that she pulls to right herself, the bite of her fingernails in one palm, the soft hair still tangled in her other fingers, the heavily content exhaustion of her limbs, the pounding of her pulse everywhere.
It couldn't have been more than a minute, but it feels like an eternity before her mind starts to clear through the haze. Thoughts drift by, but she doesn't reach to grab them, letting herself float aimlessly for a while. It isn't until she hears Vesper's smug voice that she settles into the moment with a large dose of reluctance.
Her eyes meet his, unfocused and hooded with the force of her orgasm, their blue depths darkening more as she lets out a weak hum. "Mmm." It's not an agreeance. She would refuse to say as much even if she could speak right now, but she can't think of a quip in response, much too satisfied with his 'quick' treatment of her. It's obvious in every inch of her body - the flush of her cheeks, the sheen of sweat across her skin, the wetness still lingering between her legs. All things that she couldn't hide - didn't want to hide as they lay sprawled on the sand.
Thal lets her eyes flutter shut, soaking in the moment as her mental clarity starts to come back to her. She relaxes her hold on his hair, a content grin making it hard to sound teasing as she finally says, "You're not too bad." If Vesper is expecting more of a compliment (verbally) from her, he'll be sorely disappointed, but the white fog of her mind should be praise enough.
Just as quickly, she falls into the shuddering wreckage of her body. Her sucking, gasping breath scrapes against the hoarseness of her throat as the cold air stings along the sensitive tissue. It's pain and pleasure tied so tightly together that her vision swims, nothing worth her focus in the midst of so much to feel. The rough texture of sand against her back as she feebly rocks her hips on Vesper's lazy tongue, the residual shivers that traverse her from head to curled toe, the gulping breaths that she pulls to right herself, the bite of her fingernails in one palm, the soft hair still tangled in her other fingers, the heavily content exhaustion of her limbs, the pounding of her pulse everywhere.
It couldn't have been more than a minute, but it feels like an eternity before her mind starts to clear through the haze. Thoughts drift by, but she doesn't reach to grab them, letting herself float aimlessly for a while. It isn't until she hears Vesper's smug voice that she settles into the moment with a large dose of reluctance.
Her eyes meet his, unfocused and hooded with the force of her orgasm, their blue depths darkening more as she lets out a weak hum. "Mmm." It's not an agreeance. She would refuse to say as much even if she could speak right now, but she can't think of a quip in response, much too satisfied with his 'quick' treatment of her. It's obvious in every inch of her body - the flush of her cheeks, the sheen of sweat across her skin, the wetness still lingering between her legs. All things that she couldn't hide - didn't want to hide as they lay sprawled on the sand.
Thal lets her eyes flutter shut, soaking in the moment as her mental clarity starts to come back to her. She relaxes her hold on his hair, a content grin making it hard to sound teasing as she finally says, "You're not too bad." If Vesper is expecting more of a compliment (verbally) from her, he'll be sorely disappointed, but the white fog of her mind should be praise enough.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
