[ He's not planning to leave her like this -- interminably. Hard to begrudge her the small happiness she seems to wring from meaningless touch, from this small seductive victory. But he's not going to give her the easy exit of immediate gratification, either. If there's anything this little encounter has taught him, it's that she's startlingly easy to please. Strange, because someone so warped and sick of existence as she often seems to be would find it hard to come, but it's like she's got a knack for sex, a well of orgasms on tap, and she seems to like his touch -- or anyone's touch, for that matter -- leaning back against him the way a woman slides into a coat as you help her. ]
[ The realization grips Hei with that red-hot, specific need to explore every facet. Or as much as the next few hours will allow. Did she really think she'd get off that easy -- literally, figuratively? The past few days have built up a merciless pressure inside him. And this latest distraction has got him plenty interested. ]
[ New toys are always interesting. ]
[ He is pushing hard and fast, gasping and dizzy as the table jerks and tree pruners and Garden Weasels shake off their hooks, the two of them rocking together and his fingers tattooing dark bruises into her skin, whole body losing track of any pleasure but his own. With each thrust, it is as if he leaps up another flight of stairs in a headlong chase toward his prey. Crashtackling it -- surging toward climax, his nerve-endings shrieking a helpless chant of Yes after Yes. ]
[ Panting, he sags for a moment against her, embracing that warm sweat-sticky little body. Exhale-inhales deeply, until his heartbeat slows, and then his breaths judder into very brief, very silent laughter, as if he's just finished a race and won. ]
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Date: 2015-04-03 05:29 am (UTC)[ The realization grips Hei with that red-hot, specific need to explore every facet. Or as much as the next few hours will allow. Did she really think she'd get off that easy -- literally, figuratively? The past few days have built up a merciless pressure inside him. And this latest distraction has got him plenty interested. ]
[ New toys are always interesting. ]
[ He is pushing hard and fast, gasping and dizzy as the table jerks and tree pruners and Garden Weasels shake off their hooks, the two of them rocking together and his fingers tattooing dark bruises into her skin, whole body losing track of any pleasure but his own. With each thrust, it is as if he leaps up another flight of stairs in a headlong chase toward his prey. Crashtackling it -- surging toward climax, his nerve-endings shrieking a helpless chant of Yes after Yes. ]
[ Panting, he sags for a moment against her, embracing that warm sweat-sticky little body. Exhale-inhales deeply, until his heartbeat slows, and then his breaths judder into very brief, very silent laughter, as if he's just finished a race and won. ]