Amalia
the shield of safrin
He stops and leaves her on the cusp, terrible disappointment and wonderful anticipation sparking through her like electricity as his lips meander up her body, hands on her skin, mouth on her nerves. She does not slow her incessant pawing, coaxing and begging him to travel upward while simultaneously enjoying each teasing moment, her soul that much more ready with every gasped breath. Hungry and eager she grabs and caresses, palms splaying out over shoulders and back, slinking down slowly to capture his ribs as he comes more and more into her reach. Teeth on her breasts, breath on her nape; each one incites a different reaction, passion and ardor and pleasure and pleading until at last he is in her grasp, and her hands slip down upon his chest, eyes like stone sinking into blue and falling, falling, falling.
And then rising- rising up to meet him with a deliberate arch of her back, hips aligning and knees drawn up as she invites him deep into her core. Her fingers are back upon his hair, his neck, his back, anything she can grab to bring him closer as her tongue delves deep into his mouth, hungry, starving, needy and ravenous, pleading for distraction from the doubts in her mind. Already close to her completion she rides his rhythm with steady hips, her long leg wrapping tight around him to keep close contact between their skin. With everything that has been happening of late she needs this, needs him, the intimacy of physicality, the trust in another to take care of her desires, the wanton and ravenous lust. His name is a prayer as she reaches her crescendo, body pulling tight as a bow; it is a hymn, an anthem, as she crashes down from it, riding waves of pleasure within his embrace.
And then rising- rising up to meet him with a deliberate arch of her back, hips aligning and knees drawn up as she invites him deep into her core. Her fingers are back upon his hair, his neck, his back, anything she can grab to bring him closer as her tongue delves deep into his mouth, hungry, starving, needy and ravenous, pleading for distraction from the doubts in her mind. Already close to her completion she rides his rhythm with steady hips, her long leg wrapping tight around him to keep close contact between their skin. With everything that has been happening of late she needs this, needs him, the intimacy of physicality, the trust in another to take care of her desires, the wanton and ravenous lust. His name is a prayer as she reaches her crescendo, body pulling tight as a bow; it is a hymn, an anthem, as she crashes down from it, riding waves of pleasure within his embrace.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
