( as easy as it'd been to disregard any other soul around those bedouin tents, it was just as so, if not even more when cocooned in the petite, citrus-lit room for two in which they were currently tangled. with his shift her figure naturally curves to settle on her back, using that hook about his hip and the clutch in his locks to bring him with her, the prop of his arm leaving him above her still as the two moved in sync.
it's as if there's no room for words, no more than breaths and touches and sounds to guide one another, and it's evident the way he seeks out her approval, searching her for some sort of indication that it was okay to touch her, know her. again, her body speaks of it's own accord, chest bowing up to his touch, slipping the arm that's no longer pinned to the mattress beneath the back of his shirt for nails to bite.
it isn't entirely merciless, but she sinks them deep enough into the fluttering muscles to let him know that she needs it, the continuous tandem of that friction; if he doesn't stop, if he keeps going just like that, again and again abrading against the apex of her thighs, it won't be long before she snaps. breaths stumble against one another, keeping him raveled as close as possible as if she could hush her noises further into his skin, his mouth, dwindled down to higher octaves and whimpers on every few breaths. )
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it's as if there's no room for words, no more than breaths and touches and sounds to guide one another, and it's evident the way he seeks out her approval, searching her for some sort of indication that it was okay to touch her, know her. again, her body speaks of it's own accord, chest bowing up to his touch, slipping the arm that's no longer pinned to the mattress beneath the back of his shirt for nails to bite.
it isn't entirely merciless, but she sinks them deep enough into the fluttering muscles to let him know that she needs it, the continuous tandem of that friction; if he doesn't stop, if he keeps going just like that, again and again abrading against the apex of her thighs, it won't be long before she snaps. breaths stumble against one another, keeping him raveled as close as possible as if she could hush her noises further into his skin, his mouth, dwindled down to higher octaves and whimpers on every few breaths. )