( if it looks as if she's maintaining a perfect semblance of control, perhaps she's better at wearing the facade of it than even she's aware, as every time she chases her hips up against the solidity of his thigh, the roughened fabric of that denim, another thread of it snaps and trips breaths further off place. ) Yes, dios.
( a moaned affirmation, once more attempting to keep the sound tucked down in the privacy they'd managed to secure, as if she could hide it between the two of their figures meshed so closely together. it was difficult for her to let go entirely, what with the fact that their being alone was a veil that could quickly be interrupted, but the more than fire catches between her hips, the further her concern dwindles. she's spiraling closer, closer, indicative by how she sharply arches from the bed, how eyes open brazen and encircled in black and lust to find his, unable to keep her hands still.
they're gripping, smoothing over his skin where they hold, sinking nails in—anything to give her some sort of grounds to cling to before she's mercilessly torn apart. ) Don't stop.
no subject
( a moaned affirmation, once more attempting to keep the sound tucked down in the privacy they'd managed to secure, as if she could hide it between the two of their figures meshed so closely together. it was difficult for her to let go entirely, what with the fact that their being alone was a veil that could quickly be interrupted, but the more than fire catches between her hips, the further her concern dwindles. she's spiraling closer, closer, indicative by how she sharply arches from the bed, how eyes open brazen and encircled in black and lust to find his, unable to keep her hands still.
they're gripping, smoothing over his skin where they hold, sinking nails in—anything to give her some sort of grounds to cling to before she's mercilessly torn apart. ) Don't stop.