[m] the evening primrose opes anew

Lilin Soulstorm · 07-24-2012, 03:19 PM

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Pleasure came crashing into her like a tidal wave - escalating and pulsating closer to rapture, before quelling with each back and forth motion exerted by his fingers. Her brain had no immediate control of her body; her inner muscles flexed with each thrust inside her. She took the opportunity to catch her breath when the intensity of his plunging motions lessened, giving way for a shaky exhale. Lilin was thankful for the help he offered by lifting his rump off the floor and wriggling his body to rid himself of the clothing. While her movements showed no hesitation, she was terrified of doing the wrong thing. His grunt resounding in the darkness caused her to look up for a moment, catching the expression of euphoria on his face. It was a colossal relief, and it infused her actions with renewed confidence.

His fingers seemed to pick up on the same vibe, reanimating with tenacious vigor. Lilin froze momentarily, focusing on the feelings rippling through her body and absent-mindedly accepting the kiss deposited on her lips. Being relatively new to this, accepting and providing at the same time proved to be a challenge- especially when the tempo accelerated in such a way. Her spare hand caught his working arm shortly thereafter, diminishing the pace and moving with him for a minute; accustomating herself to his devotion. She did not forget him and she too, worked on picking up momentum, learning and readjusting with each thrust into her palm. Lilin soon came to understand the fundamentals of pleasuring him; the way his hips bucked after a long stroke, the intensity of his groans whenever she slowed or picked up the pace. Her fascination grew exponentially when the inside of her hand became moist- she released him then, bringing damp fingers to her lips. She tasted him, allowing her tongue to wash them clean before craddling his face in both of her hands.

She'd had every intention of telling him how much she loved him, how much she wanted him. But the words caught in her throat and instead, her hips moved away from his hand hard at work - away from him. Lilin didn't need words for this, she waited him to understand and reposition his hands elsewhere before she pressed down on him once more - feeling his untamed arousal rub against her womanhood. The prospect of having him inside her nearly drove her mad, and she couldn't tame the loud, breathy moan that escaped her at that moment.

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