AmaLIa
shield of safrin
Her arms snake over the rim of the tub, grasping, white-knuckled, as he continues his descent. Teeth and lips and mouth and heat tracing over sinew and skin - it lights a fearsome blaze within her, causes toes to coil and back to arch. A low, rough laugh leaves coral lips as his beard tickles over her flat stomach
Her hips rise up again, insistent, despite the distance he still has to cover, despite the teasing she knows will continue and continue and continue until she's begging for more. Her right leg hooks over his shoulder, trying to press him further, closer, to make apparent what she wants and needs: him at the core of her, washing away her stress and anxiety into waves of perfect, shuddering pleasure.
Her hips rise up again, insistent, despite the distance he still has to cover, despite the teasing she knows will continue and continue and continue until she's begging for more. Her right leg hooks over his shoulder, trying to press him further, closer, to make apparent what she wants and needs: him at the core of her, washing away her stress and anxiety into waves of perfect, shuddering pleasure.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
