[ Not modest, but matter-of-fact. There aren't good lovers, from what he's experienced: just good couples, good moods, good moments. Something about x brings out something in y. There are women whose bodies have fit him to perfection, in whom that shivery pitch of delight has been sustained from the moment he's inside them until the moment he's left them; others with whom the whole business has been uncomfortable, tedious, making him almost glad when the orgasm is over, and leaving him as indifferent to them afterwards as when he first began. ]
[ Some fizzy chemical mix in Korra triggers the right sparkage in him. Maybe because she's young, enthusiastic -- and that makes him feel younger. Wilder. Freer. He doesn't know. ]
[ The jutting shaft of his cock teases the folds of her labia, the thick vein on the underside working the length of her clit. So fucking wet, he could slip in without any effort at all. He wants to: the very thought makes his body pulse with greed. Instead he stays where he is, a heavy sweat-damp frieze poured across her. Gnawing at her neck, mouthing the junctures of soft skin where it meets jaw and shoulder, the left, then right, before biting in earnest at the captured curves of her breasts, teething the nipples into springy crinkles of flesh. Her whole body has such a sturdy grace, that strangely childlike sweetness that is offset by everything that makes her so solid and womanly. ]
[ Nothing like Amber at all -- and he sets off cataloging each difference the way a junkie does, getting his hands on a sparkly new brand of poison after months of sobriety. ]
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Date: 2015-04-07 04:11 am (UTC)[ Not modest, but matter-of-fact. There aren't good lovers, from what he's experienced: just good couples, good moods, good moments. Something about x brings out something in y. There are women whose bodies have fit him to perfection, in whom that shivery pitch of delight has been sustained from the moment he's inside them until the moment he's left them; others with whom the whole business has been uncomfortable, tedious, making him almost glad when the orgasm is over, and leaving him as indifferent to them afterwards as when he first began. ]
[ Some fizzy chemical mix in Korra triggers the right sparkage in him. Maybe because she's young, enthusiastic -- and that makes him feel younger. Wilder. Freer. He doesn't know. ]
[ The jutting shaft of his cock teases the folds of her labia, the thick vein on the underside working the length of her clit. So fucking wet, he could slip in without any effort at all. He wants to: the very thought makes his body pulse with greed. Instead he stays where he is, a heavy sweat-damp frieze poured across her. Gnawing at her neck, mouthing the junctures of soft skin where it meets jaw and shoulder, the left, then right, before biting in earnest at the captured curves of her breasts, teething the nipples into springy crinkles of flesh. Her whole body has such a sturdy grace, that strangely childlike sweetness that is offset by everything that makes her so solid and womanly. ]
[ Nothing like Amber at all -- and he sets off cataloging each difference the way a junkie does, getting his hands on a sparkly new brand of poison after months of sobriety. ]