you're welcome for the emotional whiplash

The sound of her name falling from his lips sent a shiver of delight through Soh as she slid easily onto him. He held her tightly, the grip on her thighs almost bruising in its intensity as she seated herself fully, and Soh sucked in a shaky inhale as she adjusted to the new fullness. Zavien’s chest stuttered beneath her hands, his own breaths trembling and his heartbeat racing as she rose once more; and as she sank back down, his hips rose to meet her, a deep, guttural groan spurring her on.

She’d never been in control of the pace or the angle or the depth, relying on Zavien to read her body and her reactions to ensure the most pleasure. And while she still rather thought she preferred that to this, there was something satisfying about being the one in charge, about having him at her mercy. As she began to ride him in earnest, head falling back as her hips rolled, she realized that there were any number of ways that they could explore each other, and she looked forward to learning exactly what all of those ways were.

But for now, sinking back onto him with a moan of her own, she focused on Zavien. He palmed her breast in one hand, and she arched into the contact, silently encouraging him to touch her if that was what he wanted. She set a steady pace, trying to pay attention to his reactions to find the angle and depth of each stroke, entirely attuned to his body and his pleasure even as she found her own.

Sohalia