She closes her eyes and concentrates, losing herself in the rhythm of their bodies. He keeps a tight grip to keep her from slipping away, and she fumbles to bring one of his hands to her mouth. She can't kiss his lips, but she can nibble at the inside of his wrist and suckle at his fingers.
She's safe here, instinct telling her to let go and let him drive their ascent. Her scent unfurls around him, passion and desire, and love, through it, always, love.
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Date: 2009-11-12 06:23 am (UTC)She's safe here, instinct telling her to let go and let him drive their ascent. Her scent unfurls around him, passion and desire, and love, through it, always, love.