AmaLIa
shield of safrin
No audible response, but action speaks louder. She can feel his assent in the shift of his hips, the way his fingers circle her greedily, stimulating her pleasure, pressing to her core. Toes curl beneath her as she rises and falls, clinging to him, needing him, pulling him closer and closer and closer to the edge, ready to follow him off that cliff-
His release is a melody, and the final note to her own opus. The moans are swallowed by their lips, tongues embattled, mouths heady and hot as they devour one another and yearn for more. She can feel the tension as she contracts around him, her body pulled taut, vibrating like a string. Shivering, shuddering, she rides the wave of pleasure up to its crest, clinging to his shoulders and back and mouth and cock.
Only when it ends does Amalia relax. Slumping down in Deimos' arms, the Shield lets her head drop to his shoulder, forehead pressed against his skin. There is sweat on her body from the exertion as well as the humidity of the room; she can taste the salt that is mirrored on him as she presses soft kisses to his neck, too satisfied to move.
His release is a melody, and the final note to her own opus. The moans are swallowed by their lips, tongues embattled, mouths heady and hot as they devour one another and yearn for more. She can feel the tension as she contracts around him, her body pulled taut, vibrating like a string. Shivering, shuddering, she rides the wave of pleasure up to its crest, clinging to his shoulders and back and mouth and cock.
Only when it ends does Amalia relax. Slumping down in Deimos' arms, the Shield lets her head drop to his shoulder, forehead pressed against his skin. There is sweat on her body from the exertion as well as the humidity of the room; she can taste the salt that is mirrored on him as she presses soft kisses to his neck, too satisfied to move.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
