DEIMOS
Another game; even in the haze of lust and satisfaction. The look on her face immediately goaded and provoked, an instigation of a challenge, a dare, a summoning of his more juvenile tactics. His snicker broadened, just enough for her to see the incoming dominion and scheming, before the rumble of his growls reverberated purposefully against the smooth junctures of her throat, along the dips and curves where her neck met her shoulder. His lips pressed, light, airy, mere echoes of his groans and moans, sliding along her skin, while her movements slowed. Two could play within those antics; his only answer in the form of a Cheshire grin.
He wasn’t even truly certain which angle they were contorting along, the motivation lost somewhere between coiled forms and the press, the relish, the savoring – his was perhaps to bring her to satisfaction again – hers might’ve been simply to taunt. The guess was gone as quickly as the conflagration began, as he purposefully stifled his own hips, long, lingering draws and strokes, a smoldering, brimming, rise and fall. One hand left her side, to purposefully slide upon the inside of her thighs, fingers skimming, waiting to see who would demand and plead first.
He wasn’t even truly certain which angle they were contorting along, the motivation lost somewhere between coiled forms and the press, the relish, the savoring – his was perhaps to bring her to satisfaction again – hers might’ve been simply to taunt. The guess was gone as quickly as the conflagration began, as he purposefully stifled his own hips, long, lingering draws and strokes, a smoldering, brimming, rise and fall. One hand left her side, to purposefully slide upon the inside of her thighs, fingers skimming, waiting to see who would demand and plead first.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
