Phoebe
Again she is granted praise for her actions, smiling against his lips, reinforcing that she was reacting correctly or at least in a way that pleased him. That alone was pleasing enough to her, to know he found enjoyment in her, as odd as it perhaps was. She met his kisses as best she could, but felt small and a bit helpless under his assault, unable to match his fervor - and for a moment she wondered if this was what it meant when women said they wanted to be ravished. If it was, she loved it.
Her senses were overwhelmed, not sure where to focus, moans escaping her lips unbidden as her hips rocked in rhythm with his of their own accord, her mind lost in the moment. Already she felt the tension building in her core, begging for release as she whimpered and tilted against his shoulder, the fingers of one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder, surly leaving nail marks where they pressed.
Her senses were overwhelmed, not sure where to focus, moans escaping her lips unbidden as her hips rocked in rhythm with his of their own accord, her mind lost in the moment. Already she felt the tension building in her core, begging for release as she whimpered and tilted against his shoulder, the fingers of one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder, surly leaving nail marks where they pressed.
In These Past Few Days When I See Myself
I Seem Like Someone Else
I Seem Like Someone Else
