( he knows. he knows with familiar, instinctual, answering heat: from the sweet tenor of his name on her lips to the soft shudder and melding of her body against his how much she wants. this. him. them. it catches his breath short before she ventures her hand between them, the shallow raggedness of it erupting into a soft grunt as her hand wraps around him and strokes him in a way that drowns all remaining thought. his hips seek her touch; his lips part with breaths of pleasure against hers.
she leads him to the wet, promising heat of her and he shudders and heats. his hand presses to her hip; his other takes her wrist to guide it around his neck. his eyes are open too, depthless and ardent, tender and lustful both. he presses them together, slow and seamless: sinking her onto him as much as he meets her. this is what she wanted. what he wants. he wraps her up close, forehead to forehead, chest to chest, and gives to her impatience just as he draws their desire out. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
she leads him to the wet, promising heat of her and he shudders and heats. his hand presses to her hip; his other takes her wrist to guide it around his neck. his eyes are open too, depthless and ardent, tender and lustful both. he presses them together, slow and seamless: sinking her onto him as much as he meets her. this is what she wanted. what he wants. he wraps her up close, forehead to forehead, chest to chest, and gives to her impatience just as he draws their desire out. )