This is the place she never wants to leave. This place where he is wrapped around her so thoroughly, she is consumed by him. She is filled with his heat, gripped with his intensity. She's allowed to let go here. She's safe in his arms.
She has no language left when she begins to dissolve, only a string of incoherent syllables, a litany of bliss that ascends to a thin keening cry.
She unravels slowly. The tremors start beneath his fingertips, echoing where she grips him, spreading down her thighs and up her spine, rolling like thunder throughout her entire body until she is quaking with pleasure, arching hard against him.
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Date: 2009-02-26 05:20 am (UTC)She has no language left when she begins to dissolve, only a string of incoherent syllables, a litany of bliss that ascends to a thin keening cry.
She unravels slowly. The tremors start beneath his fingertips, echoing where she grips him, spreading down her thighs and up her spine, rolling like thunder throughout her entire body until she is quaking with pleasure, arching hard against him.