Liath moaned into his mouth when his claimed hers again. She kissed him back eagerly, hungrily, the pressure of her pleasure climbing higher as his fingers worked their magic within her. It felt so good to be back in control of her own body again, to own it, use it for her own pleasure rather than being used. And it was pure ecstasy to have Rurik kissing her, touching her, to hear his own sounds of pleasure that made her pant hotly into his mouth.
She did want him to make love to her all night. She wanted to sleep in his arms, wake up, feel him inside her. She wanted to spend days lounging in bed with her love, her Rurik, to erase the terrible time, and to move toward the future she'd thought lost with him again.
She had intended to ask him about the soap. But then he'd kissed her. And she forgot about soap.
He strummed her clit with the perfect amount of pressure and gentleness to leave her gasping between deep kisses. He knew what drove her wild. She knew what he liked too. Her nails raked down his back as far as her hand could go as her hips bucked eagerly onto his hand. Her breaths came shorter and faster as the magic of his fingers drove her toward orgasm.
A real orgasm. One that would bring joy and not crush her soul.
Liath galloped toward it, not holding back to even stretch out the passion. She needed Rurik inside her. Needed the power of his body, of his heat, to melt the mental chains that had shackled her spirit. "Rurik!" she cried into his mouth as her clit imploded with the sweetest rush of ecstasy. She gasped and shivered in his arms as she clung to him. Was this how it was supposed to feel, she thought dizzily. Yes, she remembered.
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Date: 2024-04-19 09:48 pm (UTC)She did want him to make love to her all night. She wanted to sleep in his arms, wake up, feel him inside her. She wanted to spend days lounging in bed with her love, her Rurik, to erase the terrible time, and to move toward the future she'd thought lost with him again.
She had intended to ask him about the soap. But then he'd kissed her. And she forgot about soap.
He strummed her clit with the perfect amount of pressure and gentleness to leave her gasping between deep kisses. He knew what drove her wild. She knew what he liked too. Her nails raked down his back as far as her hand could go as her hips bucked eagerly onto his hand. Her breaths came shorter and faster as the magic of his fingers drove her toward orgasm.
A real orgasm. One that would bring joy and not crush her soul.
Liath galloped toward it, not holding back to even stretch out the passion. She needed Rurik inside her. Needed the power of his body, of his heat, to melt the mental chains that had shackled her spirit. "Rurik!" she cried into his mouth as her clit imploded with the sweetest rush of ecstasy. She gasped and shivered in his arms as she clung to him. Was this how it was supposed to feel, she thought dizzily. Yes, she remembered.