Seithe
“He's a nerve assassin. Each finger a caressing sniper's rifle, trailing excruciatingly over my skin. Arching, I try to force them into giving me deeper pressure. His touch is so soft it's as annoying as having a tarantula strolling around my nipples.
Frustrated I hold my hand over his, clutching it to me, smothering my skin with contact. So hot. Burning hot. Moaning low, I twitch my face away, relishing the tasting on my neck. His lips force my neck's surface into a catatonic frenzy. Stupor rep...laced with fervent nerve ignition.
I slip my arm up, cupping his head, letting his breath breeze over my skin in tantalising ripples.
"Seithe." I turn my face in and inhale deeply. My own tongue cranes to taste his skin. Quivering breath clouding thought.
"Breathe into me." Suffocation as he covers my mouth and sucks me out of me, before breathing back. Allspice. He lets me recover with a quenching inhalation. Like an asthmatic I do it again. I suck in sharply when hot fingers trace my g-string. I can't.MoreLess
Frustrated I hold my hand over his, clutching it to me, smothering my skin with contact. So hot. Burning hot. Moaning low, I twitch my face away, relishing the tasting on my neck. His lips force my neck's surface into a catatonic frenzy. Stupor rep...laced with fervent nerve ignition.
I slip my arm up, cupping his head, letting his breath breeze over my skin in tantalising ripples.
"Seithe." I turn my face in and inhale deeply. My own tongue cranes to taste his skin. Quivering breath clouding thought.
"Breathe into me." Suffocation as he covers my mouth and sucks me out of me, before breathing back. Allspice. He lets me recover with a quenching inhalation. Like an asthmatic I do it again. I suck in sharply when hot fingers trace my g-string. I can't.MoreLess
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