Hotaru
They know this dance, every step, and yet the direction changes every time. She grinds into her own hand, torn between wanting to tear it away to feel him against her and enjoying the deep groan that vibrates through his chest because of it. He takes the choice from her, the teasing of his words like wind through her ears, replaced readily by the taste of salt on his skin as she digs her teeth into his throat. She pulls her teeth back only enough to pant against the markings she left as his thumb continues to tease at the same slow pace. It's maddening, and arousing, and she knows that slow can be painfully good but he has to talk her down to it. It's working, fortunately or not. For all her bullheadedness she has always bent easily for him.
A hiccuping moan escapes as his own hand joins the dwindling space remaining between their bodies to stroke gently at her clit, the thin fabric between an additional sensation that has her hips twitching forward. Lifting her head she seeks out his lips, kissing him slowly, lingering. Tongue tracing the full curve of his top lip, then suckling gently on the bottom. "Okay," she whispers, her own mouth clinging with the syllables to his own. "Okay, slow." If this is the only chance left that she has, maybe it's all the better to take her time.
It's a challenge to remove her hands, but she makes herself do it to encourage him backwards - they aren't deep into the water, but she pushes at his shoulders to lean him back a little without worrying about drowning them both in their excitement. Reaching back to snag at his shorts and fling them towards the rest of their clothes, and then shimmying out of her own bottoms. Ru gives a sigh as she drops her knee back to the silt and feels his cock there at the center of her, and can't resist rocking slightly for a moment. But no - slow. So instead she drops down to lay against his chest, careful to keep her elbows planted to keep her weight off his ribs, and kisses him anew instead.
A hiccuping moan escapes as his own hand joins the dwindling space remaining between their bodies to stroke gently at her clit, the thin fabric between an additional sensation that has her hips twitching forward. Lifting her head she seeks out his lips, kissing him slowly, lingering. Tongue tracing the full curve of his top lip, then suckling gently on the bottom. "Okay," she whispers, her own mouth clinging with the syllables to his own. "Okay, slow." If this is the only chance left that she has, maybe it's all the better to take her time.
It's a challenge to remove her hands, but she makes herself do it to encourage him backwards - they aren't deep into the water, but she pushes at his shoulders to lean him back a little without worrying about drowning them both in their excitement. Reaching back to snag at his shorts and fling them towards the rest of their clothes, and then shimmying out of her own bottoms. Ru gives a sigh as she drops her knee back to the silt and feels his cock there at the center of her, and can't resist rocking slightly for a moment. But no - slow. So instead she drops down to lay against his chest, careful to keep her elbows planted to keep her weight off his ribs, and kisses him anew instead.
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
