DEIMOS
Carnal impressions, feral interludes, not a cataclysm but a portending herald, a rapacious edge still lingering between unwavering caresses and ardor. He was still ignited, still emboldened, wild tracings for her, across her, in slow, leisurely scrawls, no less when she began to return the favor. A subtle, rumbling purr resounded and ricocheted from the mighty plains of his chest, as her hands entangled into wild locks, pressed against his cheeks – compelling, demanding, enticing, and everywhere else in between. A breathless shudder crooned and fumed, spoken and given oaths on the contorted sighs, plumes of passion and desire, swallowing down on her gasps, taking them all for himself. If it was greedy, he didn’t shy away from the flaws or defects. If it was seditious, he didn’t recoil from the irreverence. He would take and give for as long as she permitted, allowed him to devour.
But it was a mutual conflagration as she fit her form amongst and amidst his. Muscles emitted a wealth of shudders and shivers where they wrapped and touched and stoked, reaching for softness, for hardened angles, for everything. His hands slid down, cupping around ribs, skimming along her spine, any other machinations, calculations, or Machiavellian contributions entirely gone. His mind was full of her and her alone, instinctual, inherent movements and motions, fervency pressing, desire rising, wanting and craving, yearning and longing. A moan passed over his lips, rushed out of his mouth, as hers hastened along his neck, another tremble and contortion in his figure.
The beast bowed his head to continue ministrations against the shell of her ear, teeth and tongue imploring, tugging, teasing, laughing when she did the same. A portion of him wanted to continue his taunting onslaught, never too far away from mischief, but she moved against him, and his breath hitched; the avaricious edges growling, persistent, pursuing. “You,” was just a mere whisper, outlined along her ear, on the fringes of her neck, the answer always the same. His hands sketched down towards her hips, then towards his groin – only to contort and create a protective sheath – before they returned to her softness; an arch, a lift in his hips, his intentions explicit, succinct.
But it was a mutual conflagration as she fit her form amongst and amidst his. Muscles emitted a wealth of shudders and shivers where they wrapped and touched and stoked, reaching for softness, for hardened angles, for everything. His hands slid down, cupping around ribs, skimming along her spine, any other machinations, calculations, or Machiavellian contributions entirely gone. His mind was full of her and her alone, instinctual, inherent movements and motions, fervency pressing, desire rising, wanting and craving, yearning and longing. A moan passed over his lips, rushed out of his mouth, as hers hastened along his neck, another tremble and contortion in his figure.
The beast bowed his head to continue ministrations against the shell of her ear, teeth and tongue imploring, tugging, teasing, laughing when she did the same. A portion of him wanted to continue his taunting onslaught, never too far away from mischief, but she moved against him, and his breath hitched; the avaricious edges growling, persistent, pursuing. “You,” was just a mere whisper, outlined along her ear, on the fringes of her neck, the answer always the same. His hands sketched down towards her hips, then towards his groin – only to contort and create a protective sheath – before they returned to her softness; an arch, a lift in his hips, his intentions explicit, succinct.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
