[ She's so fucking gorgeous like this. It's not that he forgets. But it's never more so than right now, when she lies spread open for him on the dark linen sheets of this big bed, a strewn treasure cask, entirely undefended. Her little sounds are like preludes to bubbly laughs as he rubs his thumb against the ticklish spot on her sole, his mouth wet and sloppy and relentlessly busy between her thighs. Her warm Korrasmell envelops him; soft summery sweat, some generic flowery soap from their travels, the oceanness of her sex, whisper of forests and wet soil and rain. ]
[ With a low, half-stifled hum, he breaks away, a clear strand of moisture stretching between his lower lip and her sex. Mouths the crease of hip and groin, tongue laving the sensitive skin, before biting her thigh, her belly, then climbing across her body to cover her hands with his, kneading the swathed roundness of her breasts. ]
[ The twitching length of his cock falls upon her labia, furred curls and slippery heat as he rocks his hips, the head just barely nudging at her clit. Meanwhile, his hands are busy, unwrapping the folds of her sarashi, letting it tumble half-undone around her midriff, until her breasts are cupped in his hands. He squeezes them roughly, lowering his head to worry her nipples, teeth and tongue and merciless suction, and fuck, she feels so warm, as if she's running a fever, burning him up with her in the dim coolness of the room. ]
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Date: 2014-11-25 01:05 am (UTC)[ With a low, half-stifled hum, he breaks away, a clear strand of moisture stretching between his lower lip and her sex. Mouths the crease of hip and groin, tongue laving the sensitive skin, before biting her thigh, her belly, then climbing across her body to cover her hands with his, kneading the swathed roundness of her breasts. ]
[ The twitching length of his cock falls upon her labia, furred curls and slippery heat as he rocks his hips, the head just barely nudging at her clit. Meanwhile, his hands are busy, unwrapping the folds of her sarashi, letting it tumble half-undone around her midriff, until her breasts are cupped in his hands. He squeezes them roughly, lowering his head to worry her nipples, teeth and tongue and merciless suction, and fuck, she feels so warm, as if she's running a fever, burning him up with her in the dim coolness of the room. ]