Aurelia
over the riots
above all the noise
above all the noise
His shudder against her doesn't go unnoticed. In fact, it weakens whatever resolve she had left to keep herself going in spite of the rush threatening to wash over her. Her own desire to see him through to the finish flares, and through her legs tremble she uses them to press him in close, so that when she intentionally flexes her muscles he can get the most sensation out of it.
As his hand roams to her nipple, she hums out a soft note of approval, arching her back to press her breast in harder against his touch. She relaxes again, those muscles fluttering back open, as his hand wanders down and his thumb smooths over the area of her clit. The fixation is enough to make the threat of her climax that much more, and she's quickly lost in the stroke of his thumb, the sound of his voice, the press of his mouth.
Her hand moves up to find purchase on the wall in a manner that's not unlike a tightly-wound spring suddenly being released. She leans her head against his as he makes his mark on her skin, pressing her cheek to his ear as her breaths pant out and her chest shifts to release her cries of pleasure. And as she comes undone, she can feel everything else subside with it. The stress, the pain, the fatigue. All that's left is the brilliant afterglow, which renders her no more than puddy in his hands.
"You..." she says breathlessly, "are amazing." The words are followed by a small, intimate laugh.
As his hand roams to her nipple, she hums out a soft note of approval, arching her back to press her breast in harder against his touch. She relaxes again, those muscles fluttering back open, as his hand wanders down and his thumb smooths over the area of her clit. The fixation is enough to make the threat of her climax that much more, and she's quickly lost in the stroke of his thumb, the sound of his voice, the press of his mouth.
Her hand moves up to find purchase on the wall in a manner that's not unlike a tightly-wound spring suddenly being released. She leans her head against his as he makes his mark on her skin, pressing her cheek to his ear as her breaths pant out and her chest shifts to release her cries of pleasure. And as she comes undone, she can feel everything else subside with it. The stress, the pain, the fatigue. All that's left is the brilliant afterglow, which renders her no more than puddy in his hands.
"You..." she says breathlessly, "are amazing." The words are followed by a small, intimate laugh.
through all the worry
i still hear your voice
i still hear your voice
