taste the night

Lilin Soulstorm · 05-04-2012, 11:18 PM

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They had reached an understanding, finally. Although they hadn’t specifically produced an arrangement; their feelings for one another were evident, out in the open, and clear as day. Even that brought about its fair share of confusion; were they a couple or simply lovers? Little details as such would eventually surface but she would deal with them when the time came. Nitpicking at every little thing could ruin their poise and given the fact that they’d just made significant process, Lilin was simply content knowing they were on the same page. The feel of his fingers combing through her hair acted as a numbing agent, contributing to the drowsiness settling over her and ultimately, causing her eyelids to droop every so often. The dulling sensation amplified whenever his fingers made it to the back of her ears only to provide the opposite effect when tracing down her neck; leaving tiny sparks in their wake.

Her desires became his passion and her needs were all he cared about. Her beau’s actions followed her guiding hand, adjusting his body to a less strenuous position. As he slowly lowered himself to her, Lilin did not remain inert; one of her legs found an opening and slipped in between both of his- aiming to recreate a more natural embrace and consequently alleviate the amount of stretching done on his part. She didn’t know whether to comment on his attentiveness or not; it was sweet in nature, something she wasn’t quite accustomed to in her everyday life. Saul treated her like a delicate piece of china, as if expecting her to break at any given moment. There were significant physical differences between the two lovers but she could handle the extra weight. “You think too much,” she chastised light-heartedly, although it was her inwardly struggling to keep calm after becoming vaguely aware that the fabric of her beach pareo had ridden up her thighs from their change in position.

It was still there to provide some sort of barrier but it was resting a good few centimeters or so higher than it had previously been, and she could only hope it wouldn’t be as evident to him as it was to her. Their hip-to-hip proximity heightened his curves; that fact alone, paired with his instant groan, was enough to trigger a feverish degree of pleasure. He didn’t have to tell her how good it felt; the way her fingers dug into his shoulders was proof enough. She nodded regardless, to provide him with at least some sort of acquiescence whilst momentarily at a loss of words. It took every bit of self-control to stop herself from bucking her hips; yearning for so much more, not completely understanding why she couldn’t feel sated no matter how close they got. “How far did you follow me?” she murmured finally, giving the side of his face a gentle nudge with the tip of her nose.

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