(she should really expect destruction at this point. order two of everything from the closets?
she sheds his shirt. it's discarded with all haste; he needs the feel of her skin just as she. he needs the softness of her and the solidity of her against him. his hands span her waist, the light in his eyes ignited by the same in hers: it's content. passion. that same uncoiling relief. when she pulls him into her, her sweet mouth finding his, he meets her with a moan.
his fingers dig into her skin. he savor and revels and cherishes that desire of hers, pushing and pulling at him. he falls into it with abandon, his kiss just as hungry, the corners of his lips turned up in a smile that fades only as the pleasure overcomes all other sensations but bursts of joy and want.
his hands clutch and caress her. he groans into the heat of her kiss and spin them around, sitting at the edge of the bed and tugging her hips into his, her into his lap. his heart races; he pulls from her mouth to press his lips and tongue to the hollow of her neck. his palms finds the curve of her shoulder, the strap of her bra to fist in his hand and draw into down. his lips and teeth and tongue find the peak of her breast beneath fabric. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW INCOMING
she should really expect destruction at this point. order two of everything from the closets?she sheds his shirt. it's discarded with all haste; he needs the feel of her skin just as she. he needs the softness of her and the solidity of her against him. his hands span her waist, the light in his eyes ignited by the same in hers: it's content. passion. that same uncoiling relief. when she pulls him into her, her sweet mouth finding his, he meets her with a moan.
his fingers dig into her skin. he savor and revels and cherishes that desire of hers, pushing and pulling at him. he falls into it with abandon, his kiss just as hungry, the corners of his lips turned up in a smile that fades only as the pleasure overcomes all other sensations but bursts of joy and want.
his hands clutch and caress her. he groans into the heat of her kiss and spin them around, sitting at the edge of the bed and tugging her hips into his, her into his lap. his heart races; he pulls from her mouth to press his lips and tongue to the hollow of her neck. his palms finds the curve of her shoulder, the strap of her bra to fist in his hand and draw into down. his lips and teeth and tongue find the peak of her breast beneath fabric. )