There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
She accepts you and your silly games, placing a delicious trust in you that goes right to your groin. Firm yet gentle hands secure the blindfold to her face; despite the strange material your time on docks has left you capable of knotting anything both safely and securely. "Comfy?" you rumble, running your thumb down her cheek and across her coral lips. You want to make sure everything's comfortable and secure before you carry on, but fuck are you ready to carry on.
"Now, m'darlin, I take you."
Lips follow hands, pressing to her mouth suddenly, hungrily, hard enough to bruise. Your tongue slips in between her teeth, the desire obvious in the force of your kiss and the length of your cock between her thighs, the way your hand hitches over her hip to bring her closer to you. But not more than closeness, not now, not yet, the fire fed and quickly blazing.
Leaving her lips at last you begin the slow descent down her body. Your right hand stays cupped over her hip, but your left takes her face, thumb pressing on her lower lip, so at least she can have something in her. Your mouth, meanwhile, carves its way along the curve of her neck, sucking with impunity, claiming though bruises that will hopefully blossom, even if she can heal them away.
Right hand slips between her thighs now, beginning to circle closer and closer but never reach her core. As your body descends with continued kisses you moan out between them in a throaty voice: "Tell me what y'want, Vai."
"Now, m'darlin, I take you."
Lips follow hands, pressing to her mouth suddenly, hungrily, hard enough to bruise. Your tongue slips in between her teeth, the desire obvious in the force of your kiss and the length of your cock between her thighs, the way your hand hitches over her hip to bring her closer to you. But not more than closeness, not now, not yet, the fire fed and quickly blazing.
Leaving her lips at last you begin the slow descent down her body. Your right hand stays cupped over her hip, but your left takes her face, thumb pressing on her lower lip, so at least she can have something in her. Your mouth, meanwhile, carves its way along the curve of her neck, sucking with impunity, claiming though bruises that will hopefully blossom, even if she can heal them away.
Right hand slips between her thighs now, beginning to circle closer and closer but never reach her core. As your body descends with continued kisses you moan out between them in a throaty voice: "Tell me what y'want, Vai."
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
zephyr
