[m] the evening primrose opes anew

Lilin Soulstorm · 07-24-2012, 08:34 PM

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Knowing one's own mind was a formidable asset - this night had broadened her horizons and knowledge of her inner self. It had provided a deeper understanding of what stimulated her senses and turned her on. Dirty talk, as it turned out, was strangely exciting. Profanity was not part of Saul's common vocabulary and the idea of him going completely out of character in response to her actions was rewarding in itself. She adored this hidden side of him; the dominance unleashed whenever things got hot and heavy. Her tongue darted out almost immediately when his fingers followed suit, stealing a taste of her own nectar in one opportunistic swipe. Her senses were so heavily intoxicated by their foreplay that she barely even noticed a discernible taste.

A conceited smirk found its way to her lips when she caught sight of his facial expression upon contact with her womanhood. It remained there briefly, long enough for her to provoke him further by swaying her hips back and forth. Saul regained his bearings rather quickly however and before she could fully comprehend his intentions, a role reversal took place. Her arms instinctively found their way around his neck, holding on to him as he rearranged himself on top of her. The earthen ground felt cool against her back- an oasis amidst unescapable heat. She found comfort in the familiarity of this position; they had cuddled and played with each other like this many times before.

Then came a bite so soft it could have been mistaken for a nibble. Lilin devotedly arched her neck for him, offering unrestrained access. Her hands, still around his neck, moved to grip his shoulders tightly in preparation for what was to come. A nod was provided in response to his reassuring comment - she truthfully did not know what to expect. His fingers had once upon a time felt uncomfortable inside of her but her body had quickly grown accustomed to their entry. Would it not be the same this time? The answer to that question made itself known when Saul's length slid into her warmth. Sharp discomfort ensued, causing her body to tense momentarily and her receivers to submit. His satisfied groan, on the other hand, sent a thousand jolts up her spine. "I'm okay," she finally murmured, even if her claws contrastingly dug into his flesh.

Uneasiness ebbed away with every thrust and before she knew it, her vice-like grip diminished in intensity and their whimpers rang out in unison. Her beau was her center of attention and subconsciously, his pleasure became her only priority. There was no pain. The rumbling sounds coming from deep within Saul were enough to make her truly happy.

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