Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
She opened her eyes as his answer came, mostly just to behold him come undone and unraveled. She’d seen him in the heat of battle and the rush of movements and motions, or with wholesome smiles that had won her over time and time again, but never like this; thoroughly consumed by the rise of pleasure. It almost made her preen.
Instead though, his rigidity, his pulses, his satisfaction brought hers ever closer, pushing her to the edge and the brink so the blinding abyss of fulfillment bolstered in her gut, in her center, in her soul. She followed him on an unwound, keen moan, the lining etched in a salacious hiss, humming and strumming through her body as she fell back into the mattress, breathless, sides and ribs heaving with the effort and sentiments. Stretched out and feeling like a languid, molten thing, her hands went to his wet, slickened hair, pushing it back as he descended, granting lightness and fortitude in the midst of their shared orchestration. "Worth the wait?" she laughed, before his mouth consumed hers.
Instead though, his rigidity, his pulses, his satisfaction brought hers ever closer, pushing her to the edge and the brink so the blinding abyss of fulfillment bolstered in her gut, in her center, in her soul. She followed him on an unwound, keen moan, the lining etched in a salacious hiss, humming and strumming through her body as she fell back into the mattress, breathless, sides and ribs heaving with the effort and sentiments. Stretched out and feeling like a languid, molten thing, her hands went to his wet, slickened hair, pushing it back as he descended, granting lightness and fortitude in the midst of their shared orchestration. "Worth the wait?" she laughed, before his mouth consumed hers.
