WEAVER
she was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
His hands keep her close, pressing down along her sides, though she doesn’t object. She never planned to go far, letting her breasts graze his chest, keeping contact against him to keep the tease going, to keep the anticipation building. She won’t waste what they have created, won’t let it slip, even as they pause to fumble with the protection, there’s still enough there that they are ready. So, so ready.
His hands shift into claws again, digging lightly into the flesh around her hips as she sinks down, riding him. He pulls her down and she obliges with a gasp, arching back slightly so he fills all of her, so there is no space left untouched. The claw grazes her breast, and she speeds up, lost in the feel of him. It is wild, untamed. Despite the cold of Halo, the room is warm with the heat of them, sweat on her skin as that wave builds. Builds and builds, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, until everything crashes, a beautiful release of pleasure. She moans, head tipped back, fire jumping in the hearth as she finds that release.
She leans forward, her speed slowing but not stopping, taking a moment to rest her head against his chest, fingers finding his sides, catching her breath. Just a moment, her hips moving slowly against him, sitting back up in a clear invitation to him to move her as he wanted. She had taken, and so she would let him take as well.
His hands shift into claws again, digging lightly into the flesh around her hips as she sinks down, riding him. He pulls her down and she obliges with a gasp, arching back slightly so he fills all of her, so there is no space left untouched. The claw grazes her breast, and she speeds up, lost in the feel of him. It is wild, untamed. Despite the cold of Halo, the room is warm with the heat of them, sweat on her skin as that wave builds. Builds and builds, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, until everything crashes, a beautiful release of pleasure. She moans, head tipped back, fire jumping in the hearth as she finds that release.
She leans forward, her speed slowing but not stopping, taking a moment to rest her head against his chest, fingers finding his sides, catching her breath. Just a moment, her hips moving slowly against him, sitting back up in a clear invitation to him to move her as he wanted. She had taken, and so she would let him take as well.
something to be admired from a distance
