CHULANE
blending into the darkness, & it gets harder to see
He is on the edge, the precipice of pleasure and desire, of letting the swell of emotions rise and breach and release in a gush of heat and passion - he is pushed to the edge of his capacity to control it, to rein it in and redirect it to a more appropriate, more satisfying end. And she lets him keep that control, relinquishing her hold on him, her ministrations paused, stopped, and he is grateful to her, not only for the action she had performed, but that she understood when he asked for that control back.
Breaths came hard and fast in the aftermath of that almost-climax, as her smirk and her eyes and her hot breath breezes along his skin. He sat back down into the water, folding his legs so that he was sitting on his heels, bringing her more onto an even keel with him as her hands followed his hips down under the water.at some point protection happens okay. His own hands find her waist, seeking to lift her to his lips, to kiss her beautiful full lips, to taste himself on them, to hold her near him. "With me," his deep, rumbling murmur of a reply came eventually, in between hot and steamy kisses, a hand rising from her waist to rub along a breast, to cup it and massage it, to feel her writhe and shudder with pleasure just as he had for her.
Then he was bring her in closer still, hoping her legs might straddle his hips once more - hoping she would have him enter her depths, that she might ride this wave of ecstasy along with him. His hand moved from her breast along her stomach, moving much as she had before to him, dancing along the line of public hair for a moment before seeking the jewel amongst the folds, his thumb working to incite that deep, carnal and wanton flame of passion in her, to stoke it and ensure it became an inferno soon enough.
Breaths came hard and fast in the aftermath of that almost-climax, as her smirk and her eyes and her hot breath breezes along his skin. He sat back down into the water, folding his legs so that he was sitting on his heels, bringing her more onto an even keel with him as her hands followed his hips down under the water.
Then he was bring her in closer still, hoping her legs might straddle his hips once more - hoping she would have him enter her depths, that she might ride this wave of ecstasy along with him. His hand moved from her breast along her stomach, moving much as she had before to him, dancing along the line of public hair for a moment before seeking the jewel amongst the folds, his thumb working to incite that deep, carnal and wanton flame of passion in her, to stoke it and ensure it became an inferno soon enough.
try to stand & unravel what a man's gotta be
