WEAVER
she was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
He is pliable and willing, bending to her and pushes him back, making space for her to slither down him, to taste her way along his body. That sweet and salty taste of day old skin and sweat, the smoke still lingering on her tongue and in her lungs. Maybe really it is smoke from the fire that burns both beside them and in her, the fire that churns in her belly and rages through her veins.
His growls only encourage her, the way his head arches back (those amber eyes peeking up, just to see). His hands find her arm, her hair, and she purrs into his touch, as she does her own exploration, bringing him closer to the place he’d already brought her. Closer, though not quite so far. She takes her time, lingering, finally lifting her head from him to slide back up his body, pressed close.
She trails kisses back up him, along his chest to his neck, her body low and close to his. She pauses at his neck, sucking at the skin, catching it between her teeth, before shifting and her tongue finds the space behind the lobe of his ear. She licks a gentle circle there, blowing on the skin before finding his lips for a moment.
Her hand slips down, finds him, the intention clear. She pauses long enough for them to fumble the protection he’d grabbed earlier (a necessary mood killer, but she’d prefer no surprises either), before guiding him into her. The fire roars in the hearth as she feels him, and she sits up, hands hiding purchase on his thighs, as she moves against him.
His growls only encourage her, the way his head arches back (those amber eyes peeking up, just to see). His hands find her arm, her hair, and she purrs into his touch, as she does her own exploration, bringing him closer to the place he’d already brought her. Closer, though not quite so far. She takes her time, lingering, finally lifting her head from him to slide back up his body, pressed close.
She trails kisses back up him, along his chest to his neck, her body low and close to his. She pauses at his neck, sucking at the skin, catching it between her teeth, before shifting and her tongue finds the space behind the lobe of his ear. She licks a gentle circle there, blowing on the skin before finding his lips for a moment.
Her hand slips down, finds him, the intention clear. She pauses long enough for them to fumble the protection he’d grabbed earlier (a necessary mood killer, but she’d prefer no surprises either), before guiding him into her. The fire roars in the hearth as she feels him, and she sits up, hands hiding purchase on his thighs, as she moves against him.
something to be admired from a distance
