( they'd been so good, so patient with one another that the sudden catch of fire would make it all too easy to toss that to the wayside, murmur brokenly and in nothing but breaths and uneven syllables that they'd waited long enough, that she didn't want to wait anymore. yet despite the haze, that subtle tinge of the sweets he'd indulged transferring to the bed of her tongue, theres a petite part of her mind—tucked in the dim nook of it's recesses, that knows it shouldn't be this way.
not here.
but god if she can't appreciate how the span of his hands easily covers a cheek of her ass, explores so many inches of her with the slightest of grazes. it's not enough, but it's more than she's ever gotten, far past overwhelming and it's all so contradictory— that she wants more yet can hardly keep up with what he's giving her. a shaky breath, a messy part of lips that leaves them still gleaming and stumbling together, lashes closed as she takes a moment to let them steal one anothers breath, fingertips curling all the more snug at the edge of his jaw. )
I've thought about this. About you, Baby... I— ( speechless was not something she was often rendered, but all she can think is more. )
no subject
not here.
but god if she can't appreciate how the span of his hands easily covers a cheek of her ass, explores so many inches of her with the slightest of grazes. it's not enough, but it's more than she's ever gotten, far past overwhelming and it's all so contradictory— that she wants more yet can hardly keep up with what he's giving her. a shaky breath, a messy part of lips that leaves them still gleaming and stumbling together, lashes closed as she takes a moment to let them steal one anothers breath, fingertips curling all the more snug at the edge of his jaw. )
I've thought about this. About you, Baby... I— ( speechless was not something she was often rendered, but all she can think is more. )