Once and Always [3/4]
anonymous
August 4 2009, 23:30:42 UTC
She kisses him again and again, strands of her hair playing along his exposed skin. Gasping, he arches into her fingers as they mindlessly play with his arousal and she shivers as his fingers go down her back and trail along the ridges of her spine. His teeth gently nibble on her lower lip but she refuses that, her eyes closing tightly, only kissing him violently. Then she opens her eyes as his hands gently cup her face and his lips gently pull away from hers.
“Shh…” he whispers as he presses a thumb to her lips. She chokes back her tears and he pulls her against him, letting her bury her face into his shoulder and finally sob. Her shoulders shake violently as she chokes and wheezes, his hand gently stroking her back. Deep in his chest, he hums some monotonous song, something simple and childish.
Her sobs subside more quickly than she had anticipated and she remains pressed against him, feeling his hand stroking her hair. She presses soft, open-mouthed kisses on his shoulder absentmindedly, going up to the sides of his neck. Her lips trace along the paths of his blood vessels, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His breath whistles through his throat, fast and sharp in a gasp. He brings his hands to her waist and hips then, his head tilting.
They make a leisurely exploration of each other’s bodies, baring all the vulnerable sites, throats and breasts and bellies. She tickles at his side to hear him laugh breathlessly. He makes her squeak as his fingers chase along her inner thighs.
She lets him lay her back on the rickety little bed and watches him as he kisses along her collarbones and between her breasts. His mouth takes a nipple and worries it playfully to match the motions of his hand on the other one. Her eyes follow his dark head as he kisses along her ribcage, down her sides, nuzzling her navel with the tip of his nose. She groans, sharply, at the touch of his mouth to her groin, the textured warmth of his tongue tasting her between her legs. His movements and motions are not practiced; if anything, they are a little clumsy. But he tries his hardest, kissing and licking, and she winds her fingers into his hair to guide him.
The sounds of their breathing echo against the cracked plaster walls and she feels his tongue in her, his hands gripping her thighs. She gasps, her back arching, her fingers tangling into his hair and pulling. Her eyes close as he drives her to the edge and right off it and she collapses bonelessly back onto the mattress, panting for breath. He gets back up again, as wildly graceful as a tiger. Yes, a tiger. His emblem, his animal, a savage beast though perhaps not the wisest one.
Where is wisdom now?
His hand rests on her hip lightly as her eyes study her face. She slowly, shakily sits up again, forcing him to go backwards to give her room. The bed creaks alarmingly under their shifting weights. She wordlessly pushes him onto his back on the bed and he does so, gazing at her with half-closed eyes. Her fingers touch his arousal and stroke it idly, hearing him hiss between his teeth.
“Shh…” he whispers as he presses a thumb to her lips. She chokes back her tears and he pulls her against him, letting her bury her face into his shoulder and finally sob. Her shoulders shake violently as she chokes and wheezes, his hand gently stroking her back. Deep in his chest, he hums some monotonous song, something simple and childish.
Her sobs subside more quickly than she had anticipated and she remains pressed against him, feeling his hand stroking her hair. She presses soft, open-mouthed kisses on his shoulder absentmindedly, going up to the sides of his neck. Her lips trace along the paths of his blood vessels, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His breath whistles through his throat, fast and sharp in a gasp. He brings his hands to her waist and hips then, his head tilting.
They make a leisurely exploration of each other’s bodies, baring all the vulnerable sites, throats and breasts and bellies. She tickles at his side to hear him laugh breathlessly. He makes her squeak as his fingers chase along her inner thighs.
She lets him lay her back on the rickety little bed and watches him as he kisses along her collarbones and between her breasts. His mouth takes a nipple and worries it playfully to match the motions of his hand on the other one. Her eyes follow his dark head as he kisses along her ribcage, down her sides, nuzzling her navel with the tip of his nose. She groans, sharply, at the touch of his mouth to her groin, the textured warmth of his tongue tasting her between her legs. His movements and motions are not practiced; if anything, they are a little clumsy. But he tries his hardest, kissing and licking, and she winds her fingers into his hair to guide him.
The sounds of their breathing echo against the cracked plaster walls and she feels his tongue in her, his hands gripping her thighs. She gasps, her back arching, her fingers tangling into his hair and pulling. Her eyes close as he drives her to the edge and right off it and she collapses bonelessly back onto the mattress, panting for breath. He gets back up again, as wildly graceful as a tiger. Yes, a tiger. His emblem, his animal, a savage beast though perhaps not the wisest one.
Where is wisdom now?
His hand rests on her hip lightly as her eyes study her face. She slowly, shakily sits up again, forcing him to go backwards to give her room. The bed creaks alarmingly under their shifting weights. She wordlessly pushes him onto his back on the bed and he does so, gazing at her with half-closed eyes. Her fingers touch his arousal and stroke it idly, hearing him hiss between his teeth.
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