The high doesn't fall too fast, his own release pushing her orgasm to new heights as she rides it out. Despite her own subconscious grinding and clutching, it's Sunjata's growling and greedy hold that raises the pleasure to an impressive peak, one that she can't reach on her own, one that she's needed for far too long.
Cursing fondly around the crackling sensation scattering through her body, Thal delays in loosening her hold on him, letting awareness filter back with the prickly gentleness of a tingling limb. She's disappointed to find the water already gone when she angles her head to the side, sucking in a breath as she takes stock of the aches disguised as pleasure, singing like glittering trophies across her body. When she opens her eyes to glance at the man seated inside her, it's with pure, bestial satisfaction, her fangs peeking out as she huffs a sultry bit of laughter. "Better."
She leans forward from her elevated perch on the bedpost, curling her hands into his hair and around his horns to guide his ear to her mouth. Her breath is smokey, full of lingering heat as she whispers dangerously, "But I still think you're holding back." A single fang drags at his earlobe when she pulls back, a cocky grin on her lips that suggests she expects improvement for next time - and much less coaxing.
Cursing fondly around the crackling sensation scattering through her body, Thal delays in loosening her hold on him, letting awareness filter back with the prickly gentleness of a tingling limb. She's disappointed to find the water already gone when she angles her head to the side, sucking in a breath as she takes stock of the aches disguised as pleasure, singing like glittering trophies across her body. When she opens her eyes to glance at the man seated inside her, it's with pure, bestial satisfaction, her fangs peeking out as she huffs a sultry bit of laughter. "Better."
She leans forward from her elevated perch on the bedpost, curling her hands into his hair and around his horns to guide his ear to her mouth. Her breath is smokey, full of lingering heat as she whispers dangerously, "But I still think you're holding back." A single fang drags at his earlobe when she pulls back, a cocky grin on her lips that suggests she expects improvement for next time - and much less coaxing.
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
