Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
The pants finally fell, leaving nothing between them but heat and wandering hands. His abdomen flexed beneath her touch, feeling how she hovered, playful and threatening. He groaned through the clench of his jaw, straining against selfish instinct and desire to press into her, knowing he wouldn't have the self-control to last and unwilling to meet his own need before her. Part in warning and part in desperation, her name tumbled from his lips, gruff and drawn, "Lena."
Doing his best to focus on his current goals and attentions, Zavien kept his head lowered against her skin. It made it all the easier to hear her whisper his name, the sounds that followed sending him higher than any drug might have. He drank them in, tucking each away in his memory despite knowing they would never sound as good as the real thing. It's why he did it again - spurred by clutching nails and arching backs - plucking playfully at her nipple before replacing it with his mouth once more.
But then he was being redirected with such certainty that he couldn't deny her, his hand moved diligently down, continuing the path once she'd stopped. It skimmed over her thighs for a moment, caressing and teasing in its slow progression towards her center - out, in, up. He paused when he'd reached the goal, hovering gently as he looked up to meet her gaze with something molten and somewhat greedy. "I want to feel you fall apart, knowing it's because of me." From the byproducts of his love and affection for her, and the millions of ways he wanted her to feel cherished.
His fingers reached tentatively forward, exploring yet tender in their approach. There was obvious thought and consideration in how he slipped one finger in, hooking it softly as he gauged her reaction, searching for that sweet spot where he might satisfy the need lacing her eyes, where he might hear her call his name again. Stroking an cautious rhythm, his amateur attempts might have been lacking in experience but he attempted to make up for it with motivation and effort.
Doing his best to focus on his current goals and attentions, Zavien kept his head lowered against her skin. It made it all the easier to hear her whisper his name, the sounds that followed sending him higher than any drug might have. He drank them in, tucking each away in his memory despite knowing they would never sound as good as the real thing. It's why he did it again - spurred by clutching nails and arching backs - plucking playfully at her nipple before replacing it with his mouth once more.
But then he was being redirected with such certainty that he couldn't deny her, his hand moved diligently down, continuing the path once she'd stopped. It skimmed over her thighs for a moment, caressing and teasing in its slow progression towards her center - out, in, up. He paused when he'd reached the goal, hovering gently as he looked up to meet her gaze with something molten and somewhat greedy. "I want to feel you fall apart, knowing it's because of me." From the byproducts of his love and affection for her, and the millions of ways he wanted her to feel cherished.
His fingers reached tentatively forward, exploring yet tender in their approach. There was obvious thought and consideration in how he slipped one finger in, hooking it softly as he gauged her reaction, searching for that sweet spot where he might satisfy the need lacing her eyes, where he might hear her call his name again. Stroking an cautious rhythm, his amateur attempts might have been lacking in experience but he attempted to make up for it with motivation and effort.
