( there is no hesitation, no pause, no thought — only ardency and fervency. if he lingers, tongue painting wet circles around pert peak straining against his touch, his fingertips drawing down her arm, it's only because every sensation intoxicates him. it's only because he knows how to touch her and how he needs to touch her.
a breathy hum rumbles in his chest as her hips implore friction against his. (that's what he wants; he wants that.) he turns his head, bites the soft mound of her other breast and pulls her negligée down with coaxing force; it slips away beneath his mouth, already open and wet above her nipple.
she feels like home. she also feels like water to his parched throat; he's desperate for her. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
a breathy hum rumbles in his chest as her hips implore friction against his. (that's what he wants; he wants that.) he turns his head, bites the soft mound of her other breast and pulls her negligée down with coaxing force; it slips away beneath his mouth, already open and wet above her nipple.
she feels like home. she also feels like water to his parched throat; he's desperate for her. )