AmaLIa
shield of safrin
Pleasure and fervor in equal measure from teeth and hands and lips and tongue. He teases her mercilessly and she loves every moment, agonized by the sheer anticipation, mewling with hunger for more and more. More pressure, more pleasure, more him on her body, skin on skin and the heat of it all igniting the inferno in her core.
And when his tongue finally reaches her, oh, but if she doesn't see stars. There is a gasp of surprised pleasure that leaves her in a plume of lilac flame, followed immediately by a low moan, a mewl, a series of sharp inhalations, a groan.
And when at last she can take no more - when the heat and desire have culminated, climaxed, when the pressure inside her is fit to burst - then does her voice rise in musical fulfillment, choral notes of pleasure pealing out like alto bells. A taut string plucked, she vibrates beneath his ministrations, resonates and resounds in song for him alone to hear. "Deimos," is a whispered, succulent refrain, a hymn she sings into steam and water, the only prayer she has to offer as she worships of the altar of their lust.
And when his tongue finally reaches her, oh, but if she doesn't see stars. There is a gasp of surprised pleasure that leaves her in a plume of lilac flame, followed immediately by a low moan, a mewl, a series of sharp inhalations, a groan.
And when at last she can take no more - when the heat and desire have culminated, climaxed, when the pressure inside her is fit to burst - then does her voice rise in musical fulfillment, choral notes of pleasure pealing out like alto bells. A taut string plucked, she vibrates beneath his ministrations, resonates and resounds in song for him alone to hear. "Deimos," is a whispered, succulent refrain, a hymn she sings into steam and water, the only prayer she has to offer as she worships of the altar of their lust.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
