Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
She chuckles, giving him a playful jab with her elbow. ”You said it first, not me.” Her voice is teasing, a bit singsong, clearly playing with him. ”Though yes, I would agree you should definitely keep going,” and her voice is suggestive now, her hips responding to his touch.
He goes for the bra with little luck, and as he tries to shift them, she moves at his suggestion. Weaver certainly isn’t the type of girl to complain about being on top, after all. She straddles him, perfectly content to sit there as she unhooked the bra with one hand and discarded it to the floor with their shirts.
For a minute she simply lets him look, but then her hands are running up his sides as she leans down to kiss her way up his chest and neck, finding his ear and nibbling on the lobe. A cool breeze comes to tickle the space right behind his earlobe as she pulls away, lips finding his again, hips rocking slightly against him.
He goes for the bra with little luck, and as he tries to shift them, she moves at his suggestion. Weaver certainly isn’t the type of girl to complain about being on top, after all. She straddles him, perfectly content to sit there as she unhooked the bra with one hand and discarded it to the floor with their shirts.
For a minute she simply lets him look, but then her hands are running up his sides as she leans down to kiss her way up his chest and neck, finding his ear and nibbling on the lobe. A cool breeze comes to tickle the space right behind his earlobe as she pulls away, lips finding his again, hips rocking slightly against him.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
