Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
She returned his fervor with her own adoration and soft glow of sated fervency; that rush of potentially more, the glory of both sharing in it together, the heady state of her heart pounding a rhythm in her mind, in her chest. She could’ve argued his point if she weren’t devoured by his mouth, snagging at him, hands enclosed around his neck, hardly perfect or ideal, faultless or flawless and never seeking pedestals and paragons, but she’d chase down the parallels as best she could. For him or for herself or for whomever – brain already half past the point of circulating into thoughts beyond pleasure and the ardent haze pulsing and unwinding.
When he was ready though, gods she was too, legs trapping his hips until they came towards hers. If he was hesitant at all, she certainly wasn’t, as eager and hungry as ever, seeking him out like a light, like a flame, willing and wanton and wanting to take him in. She appreciated the gentle ease, the way he slowly entered, enough for her senses to writhe and angle, body finding comfort and pleasure as she sank back into the bed, gave a tilting, lilting arch to her thighs and her own hips, a brief mewl from her mouth as she already wanted more. “I’m okay,” she offered in a covetous and light whisper, ensuring he’d be content in moving once her reassurance had been granted – maneuvering slightly underneath him in apt, rapt encouragement.
When he was ready though, gods she was too, legs trapping his hips until they came towards hers. If he was hesitant at all, she certainly wasn’t, as eager and hungry as ever, seeking him out like a light, like a flame, willing and wanton and wanting to take him in. She appreciated the gentle ease, the way he slowly entered, enough for her senses to writhe and angle, body finding comfort and pleasure as she sank back into the bed, gave a tilting, lilting arch to her thighs and her own hips, a brief mewl from her mouth as she already wanted more. “I’m okay,” she offered in a covetous and light whisper, ensuring he’d be content in moving once her reassurance had been granted – maneuvering slightly underneath him in apt, rapt encouragement.
