Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
The anticipation was a breathless denizen and design, her body eagerly stretching for his movements with effortless ease. It was wondrous to relish and snag; a sumptuous rapture somewhere in the haze of the impending reverie – the tease of his mouth on her breasts, the slide of his hands downwards, drawn along soft, smooth thighs and suddenly wishing she could simply clench them tight and hold him there. Drawn upwards like a bow instead, her back arced while her head fell back into the pillow, spine tight with restless abandon, hands very tempted to either claw into the mattress and hang onto blankets, or tease and toy with him.
So her fingers slid along his own fine muscle and sinew, striving to taunt and finesse while he worked on her – she emitted an encouraging moan the moment he found the right spot, trying to angle her body so that his fingers would coil amongst it again. “Right there,” she uttered in a feral whisper, gratifying, pleasing, affirmative. “Again,” came on a sigh, a hint, a plea, sensual appreciation as she groaned out his name on a flushed and aching breath, her legs tempted to snag around his hips and simply put them both in a heartening and auspicious amount of pleasure; but she knew him far better than that.
So her fingers slid along his own fine muscle and sinew, striving to taunt and finesse while he worked on her – she emitted an encouraging moan the moment he found the right spot, trying to angle her body so that his fingers would coil amongst it again. “Right there,” she uttered in a feral whisper, gratifying, pleasing, affirmative. “Again,” came on a sigh, a hint, a plea, sensual appreciation as she groaned out his name on a flushed and aching breath, her legs tempted to snag around his hips and simply put them both in a heartening and auspicious amount of pleasure; but she knew him far better than that.
