— we can hide in the cover of the storm
It’s a desperate attempt to keep from falling back that she clutches to him in such a way, and as his lips and teeth find her neck and his hands continue to cup and hold, he smirks as he lifts his head slightly toward her ear again. “I’ve got you.” He whispers to her ear, a sultry deep tone leaving his lips before he nips at her ear again.
It doesn’t last too long, however, the bed begins to mold around her legs and one hand drifts lower to her hip, pulling her against him enough to press his trapped length back to her to give her an idea of how much he needs her right now. He finally finds it in him to remove his lips from her, to guide her to lay into the bed that rises slightly to catch her, and Sunjata works with a quiet hiss to remove his pants now that his belt is off. Once his pants slide to the ground, only then does his gaze return to her with a slight shudder as if his look alone could devour her whole, something hungry for a brief second.
Calloused hands reach to part her legs as he moves toward her now to kneel between them, to hover over her as one hand lifts to play at her breast, the other trailing so incredibly soft on the inside of her thigh as he drifts it closer but never quite gives in fully toward the apex of her thighs. His lips find her jaw line, her neck where he plants a few more bites as one thumb brushes against her nipple, the other brushing ever closer toward the heat between her legs, tempting her. Teasing her. Not giving in just yet until she makes him.
It doesn’t last too long, however, the bed begins to mold around her legs and one hand drifts lower to her hip, pulling her against him enough to press his trapped length back to her to give her an idea of how much he needs her right now. He finally finds it in him to remove his lips from her, to guide her to lay into the bed that rises slightly to catch her, and Sunjata works with a quiet hiss to remove his pants now that his belt is off. Once his pants slide to the ground, only then does his gaze return to her with a slight shudder as if his look alone could devour her whole, something hungry for a brief second.
Calloused hands reach to part her legs as he moves toward her now to kneel between them, to hover over her as one hand lifts to play at her breast, the other trailing so incredibly soft on the inside of her thigh as he drifts it closer but never quite gives in fully toward the apex of her thighs. His lips find her jaw line, her neck where he plants a few more bites as one thumb brushes against her nipple, the other brushing ever closer toward the heat between her legs, tempting her. Teasing her. Not giving in just yet until she makes him.
you're the lightning, and I'll soon be gone —
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
