I believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be
Overwhelmed was generally a good way to describe Phoebe's perception of most of her sexual encounters. With Emmett, it had been new and uncharted territory, her mind and body having to reconcile it all at once. With Jata, it had been explosive, unexpected, a fast and hot burn that had left her dizzy. And as much as this was similar, it all came together in shocking clarity (because really, it was all imagined and created by her mind, enhanced by her beloved god). Loren's handsome features above her, the slight roughness in the way he held and touched her on the verge of possessive, and the overpowering pleasure she gave him - for the midwife yearned to please almost more than she wished to be pleased herself - stroked every nerve in her body and mind. It was truly perfection, experienced as she never had before.
The sudden shift in setting made her gasp, but she grinned as he moaned her name. Her name. Almost of their own accord her legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close as he worked his frenzied rhythm. But his physically impossible maneuver to reach down between them made her breath hitch, eyes squeezing shut and teeth scraping her lip as her head fell back. She had never experienced pleasure quite this keenly - Emmett having been too inexperience, Jata having been to quick to get them to meet their ends - her eyes opened to meet the warm blue of Loren's and for a moment she forgot it was not real. "Loren..." she half-moaned, half-panted, breathless and needy. Phoebe tilted her head forward to place a frenzied kiss on his lips, trailing hers up his jaw to his ear, teeth gently running over his earlobe. "Harder..." she pleaded in a breathy whisper. She wanted to feel his need and want for her - insatiable and without restraint.
The sudden shift in setting made her gasp, but she grinned as he moaned her name. Her name. Almost of their own accord her legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close as he worked his frenzied rhythm. But his physically impossible maneuver to reach down between them made her breath hitch, eyes squeezing shut and teeth scraping her lip as her head fell back. She had never experienced pleasure quite this keenly - Emmett having been too inexperience, Jata having been to quick to get them to meet their ends - her eyes opened to meet the warm blue of Loren's and for a moment she forgot it was not real. "Loren..." she half-moaned, half-panted, breathless and needy. Phoebe tilted her head forward to place a frenzied kiss on his lips, trailing hers up his jaw to his ear, teeth gently running over his earlobe. "Harder..." she pleaded in a breathy whisper. She wanted to feel his need and want for her - insatiable and without restraint.
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