resistance... because if we fight, we might lose
but if we don't fight
There's a bit of the passion I'm looking for, though perhaps it still lacks the force of my flood or the hunger of a fire. But as his tongue plunders into my mouth and his teeth take hold of my lower lip I hum the strength of my appreciation, left hand raking down his back, finding a handle in one of his bony scapula.
Gods, but he's still so careful. Thank heaven for Sunny, who steps up to the plate, coming to settle behind us and tearing off my shirt with a practiced and finessed sort of fereocity. So now we're all shirtless, and the crashing wave upon my chest feels like it's humming with the thunder of my heart as Sunjata bites and sucks on my neck, hard enough to leave bruises where the stark scars from my collar gleam. I let my appreciation show in moans and gasps, leaning back into him, hips bucking against the lovely pressure I can feel from Loren's groin.
The fingers of my right hair tangle roughly in Sunny's hair for a moment before, abruptly, I pull away from both, standing up between the men and slipping down my pants in a practiced motion. There are a few more scars now, nothing too nasty, nothing as bad as the lash marks that litter my back. Grinning ferociously, I turn around between them, letting Loren take in the curve of my ass and the mess over my spine while meeting Sunny's gaze with hooded, hungry, eager eyes.
Bending over at the waist so my ass is in Loren's grasp and my breast in Sunjata's, I raise a hand to caress my lover's cheek, pressing my lips against his ear. "Het ek jou al ooit verwaarloos, my vloed?" I growl, pressing a biting, posessive, aggressive kiss to his lips as I settle back down toward Loren's lap.
Hopefully by now he's gotten the message, and his fucking pants are off.
Gods, but he's still so careful. Thank heaven for Sunny, who steps up to the plate, coming to settle behind us and tearing off my shirt with a practiced and finessed sort of fereocity. So now we're all shirtless, and the crashing wave upon my chest feels like it's humming with the thunder of my heart as Sunjata bites and sucks on my neck, hard enough to leave bruises where the stark scars from my collar gleam. I let my appreciation show in moans and gasps, leaning back into him, hips bucking against the lovely pressure I can feel from Loren's groin.
The fingers of my right hair tangle roughly in Sunny's hair for a moment before, abruptly, I pull away from both, standing up between the men and slipping down my pants in a practiced motion. There are a few more scars now, nothing too nasty, nothing as bad as the lash marks that litter my back. Grinning ferociously, I turn around between them, letting Loren take in the curve of my ass and the mess over my spine while meeting Sunny's gaze with hooded, hungry, eager eyes.
Bending over at the waist so my ass is in Loren's grasp and my breast in Sunjata's, I raise a hand to caress my lover's cheek, pressing my lips against his ear. "Het ek jou al ooit verwaarloos, my vloed?" I growl, pressing a biting, posessive, aggressive kiss to his lips as I settle back down toward Loren's lap.
Hopefully by now he's gotten the message, and his fucking pants are off.
we've already lost
LUSEA
