The sudden loss of her weight, letting him breathe freely again, was both relief and a loss, even as she told him to stop. She didn’t leave him, though, merely moved down his body. His captive hands, she linked through his, and he made a soft sound of pleasure to be able to touch her as she kissed each palm and l drew them to her hips. His fingers gripped them eagerly, relishing the familiar feel of her body under his hands, but resisted the urge to take more—she hadn’t given him permission, and it felt so good to please her...
It was a strange sort of viciously possessive passion he felt in that moment—not of ownership, but further yielding. He alone belonged to her, could make her this powerful, could have her body and soul by giving her everything. Being hers made her all his—perfectly, completely, irrevocably.
It was a single moment of wild, disjointed thought that bled away as her hands moved over his forearms and his wrists, massaging away tension...and as she wrapped her hands around his wrists completely, ground herself against him and told him he was gorgeous in serving, everything went beautifully, blissfully blank in his head again as his eyes fell shut with a moan that vibrated through his body.
“Thank you.” He breathed, not even sure what he was thanking her for: her praise, her touch, the pleasure of serving, or just the teasing promise of friction as she rubbed her ass against his cock. Possibly all of it at once.
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Re: 9/24 - around quarter to six
Date: 2018-11-30 12:31 am (UTC)It was a strange sort of viciously possessive passion he felt in that moment—not of ownership, but further yielding. He alone belonged to her, could make her this powerful, could have her body and soul by giving her everything. Being hers made her all his—perfectly, completely, irrevocably.
It was a single moment of wild, disjointed thought that bled away as her hands moved over his forearms and his wrists, massaging away tension...and as she wrapped her hands around his wrists completely, ground herself against him and told him he was gorgeous in serving, everything went beautifully, blissfully blank in his head again as his eyes fell shut with a moan that vibrated through his body.
“Thank you.” He breathed, not even sure what he was thanking her for: her praise, her touch, the pleasure of serving, or just the teasing promise of friction as she rubbed her ass against his cock. Possibly all of it at once.