Iskra
A hand flexes against her side, sunk low against the very hip that rolls against him, sending enough lightning through him to make him wonder if it'd been her magic slipping in. His grip tightens with possession as he bucks up with her, chasing the promise of friction and answering the rush of her lips against his shoulder with a rumble of want unfolding in his chest.
All sorts of things earns the sort of smile that begins in one corner of his mouth before claiming the rest of it, slow and thoroughly pleased. There is no mistaking the satisfaction that settles over him at the thought, not because of any one possibility, or even the whole of them, but because she talks like they've got all the time in the world to wander through them all.
"Then we'll have to make a list," he murmurs, "and ensure we try them all." His thumb traces an absent-minded circle where it already rests against her, content to savor the closeness and the way he feels goosebumps pebble up beneath his touch. The lanterns continue to sway sharp cuts of light around, painting different angles of color along her face as his gaze meets hers with wicked affection.
"Here?" he asks, bordering a tease as he rolls his fingers up her inner thigh, his thumb like an anchor at her side. He starts lights, but then repeats the motion with more pressure, gliding up the smooth plane of her leg until his hand sweeps in close enough that his thumb can roll over her clit. "Or here?" he wonders, as if genuinely innocent as the pad of his thumb presses down and circles gently and slow against her. "Maybe...here?" Two fingers slip inside, reaching for the shape of her desire and hoping it squirms.
All sorts of things earns the sort of smile that begins in one corner of his mouth before claiming the rest of it, slow and thoroughly pleased. There is no mistaking the satisfaction that settles over him at the thought, not because of any one possibility, or even the whole of them, but because she talks like they've got all the time in the world to wander through them all.
"Then we'll have to make a list," he murmurs, "and ensure we try them all." His thumb traces an absent-minded circle where it already rests against her, content to savor the closeness and the way he feels goosebumps pebble up beneath his touch. The lanterns continue to sway sharp cuts of light around, painting different angles of color along her face as his gaze meets hers with wicked affection.
"Here?" he asks, bordering a tease as he rolls his fingers up her inner thigh, his thumb like an anchor at her side. He starts lights, but then repeats the motion with more pressure, gliding up the smooth plane of her leg until his hand sweeps in close enough that his thumb can roll over her clit. "Or here?" he wonders, as if genuinely innocent as the pad of his thumb presses down and circles gently and slow against her. "Maybe...here?" Two fingers slip inside, reaching for the shape of her desire and hoping it squirms.
I can see the sunshine for the first time in a while
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
