His hand shifts away and she doesn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Her hips are already circling, as if she could get him deeper, and just that little bit of extra stimulation has set her ablaze. That sweet fire is burning in her nerve endings, and she curses, soft and low, against his mouth.
Slow, moving like waves against the shoreline. Sweat beads on her brow. There's a little flash of light, tiny dapples peppered across his cheek, and she realises, it's the diamonds reflecting the light from the lamp. She presses her forehead to his, biting her lip, a breathless laugh turning into a shuddering groan.
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Date: 2009-11-24 12:45 am (UTC)Slow, moving like waves against the shoreline. Sweat beads on her brow. There's a little flash of light, tiny dapples peppered across his cheek, and she realises, it's the diamonds reflecting the light from the lamp. She presses her forehead to his, biting her lip, a breathless laugh turning into a shuddering groan.
"Díos mío."