Oh sweet, beautiful fuck. Her thoughts scattered, torn away with his shirt and fluttered on a swirl of heated wind like ashes from a wind-disturbed bonfire. She felt the flutter-brush of every last one, like butterflies of flame, against her bared arms and cheeks and chest, as they fell away.
And she could see embers of her desire kindling in eyes, transfixed on her with raw lust. A swirling mass of contradictions, this man, who made words riven by his wanting, but touched her, kissed her slow, deep and full of slow, sweet heat that melted her inside and left her slick with aching, throbbing need.
They'd agreed to dinner. To discuss this over dinner, but there was nothing to discuss, no questions unanswered except the mundane--
"Are you hungry?" which didn't have a wrong answer, because getting food to the room would take time, and they could... hell yes, they could, make very good use of that time. Her eyes slipped closed over the slip-tug-glide of his fingers in her hair and she wound her arms around him, both hands turned up to rest at the middle of his back. "This will happen either way."
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-02 05:25 am (UTC)And she could see embers of her desire kindling in eyes, transfixed on her with raw lust. A swirling mass of contradictions, this man, who made words riven by his wanting, but touched her, kissed her slow, deep and full of slow, sweet heat that melted her inside and left her slick with aching, throbbing need.
They'd agreed to dinner. To discuss this over dinner, but there was nothing to discuss, no questions unanswered except the mundane--
"Are you hungry?" which didn't have a wrong answer, because getting food to the room would take time, and they could... hell yes, they could, make very good use of that time. Her eyes slipped closed over the slip-tug-glide of his fingers in her hair and she wound her arms around him, both hands turned up to rest at the middle of his back. "This will happen either way."