Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
”Maybe I want you to beg slightly,” she says, teasing in her voice. Despite her words, she bites down harder in the same spot, sure to leave a mark, as her fingernails rake against his sides. At the same time, she presses her hips harder into his this time as well, maybe just to be slightly an asshole, and maybe because he also feels good.
She slides her lips back to his as he says she is patient with him, kissing him a bit more gently. ”Their loss.” But her attention turns to the next question anyway, her grin growing a little devilish. ”Mmm, don’t tack that question on to a conversation about white lies and flattery. I like that question.” She knows he’s generally seemed to choose men, and whether he’s asking because he needs a little instruction or simply because he likes to ask doesn’t matter to her. It is a good question.
She reaches down to take his hand in hers, guiding it to her clit, moving his fingers in circles there till he starts to figure it out. Her breath hitches in her throat slightly, but she leans forward to kiss him again, her hand drifting to play lazily over his underwear, teasing and tantalizing.
She slides her lips back to his as he says she is patient with him, kissing him a bit more gently. ”Their loss.” But her attention turns to the next question anyway, her grin growing a little devilish. ”Mmm, don’t tack that question on to a conversation about white lies and flattery. I like that question.” She knows he’s generally seemed to choose men, and whether he’s asking because he needs a little instruction or simply because he likes to ask doesn’t matter to her. It is a good question.
She reaches down to take his hand in hers, guiding it to her clit, moving his fingers in circles there till he starts to figure it out. Her breath hitches in her throat slightly, but she leans forward to kiss him again, her hand drifting to play lazily over his underwear, teasing and tantalizing.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
