WEAVER
she was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
There is a certain power in it, this ability to make someone else want, need, and long for something you can give them. There’s a satisfaction in not just your own pleasure, but theirs. It feels much like fighting does, the give and take, the back and forth of the battle until it is won or lost. It is a beautiful dance of two souls alight.
But it is his turn, and she lets him move her, reaches her hands around his back as he comes to sit with her, moving in time to the rhythm he picks. Obliging, supple, his if only for this time. She kisses him back, tilting her head as he goes to her neck. Her nails skip up the skin on his back as they move together, waiting for him until he too can join her, untill he finds his peak.
She follows his lead, slowing only when he is ready, staying in place unless and until he shifts to move her. There is no rush now, on the other side of the swell. Everything is lazy and quiet, her mind empty of everything but him against her, the contentment of not caring evident in the way her shoulders slump. She rests against him, head on his shoulder, lips brushing against his neck. ”Well hot damn,” she murmurs into his skin.
But it is his turn, and she lets him move her, reaches her hands around his back as he comes to sit with her, moving in time to the rhythm he picks. Obliging, supple, his if only for this time. She kisses him back, tilting her head as he goes to her neck. Her nails skip up the skin on his back as they move together, waiting for him until he too can join her, untill he finds his peak.
She follows his lead, slowing only when he is ready, staying in place unless and until he shifts to move her. There is no rush now, on the other side of the swell. Everything is lazy and quiet, her mind empty of everything but him against her, the contentment of not caring evident in the way her shoulders slump. She rests against him, head on his shoulder, lips brushing against his neck. ”Well hot damn,” she murmurs into his skin.
something to be admired from a distance
