She lets out a frustrated cry, hands skimming over his shoulders. She can lift herself with her legs, and she does, lengthening their murderously slow advance and retreat. She can feel how thick and hard he is, and with each pull and press, she grips him tighter, wanting him to make that sound again.
The diamonds bite into her skin where her shoulders rise, but it doesn't even register.
"Please," she whispers into his hair and he can hear that need in her voice, completely without guile. Simple and pure need.
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Date: 2009-11-23 09:50 pm (UTC)The diamonds bite into her skin where her shoulders rise, but it doesn't even register.
"Please," she whispers into his hair and he can hear that need in her voice, completely without guile. Simple and pure need.