weirdo

Her skin excited under his fingers, how gentle he could be when he wanted to. Her sighs, delicate provocations, seduction spun. Alight by his burn, her face smoked in the appearance of pain, yet her body smouldered in delight. He watched her pleasure soar, arise, higher and higher to the ascent of heat. She didn’t need persuading, one kiss from him, and it led to this. It was the sweat and dirt, she liked it when he smelled of battle. Helping herself to his padded greaves, she removed the cumbersome standing in her way. He touched her as she touched him, pink to pink, bold fawning in the thickness of his groin, his trembling rushed upright. Closing his eyes, he put a good weighted hand atop her lekkus. 

He said softly that he missed her. He had not lied. Not to her. “I am here,” she said. She encouraged the noises he kept quiet when she wasn’t around. Pillowed pout, an incantation enlivening skin and muscle, she spoke the words of taste; he called back to her in prayed moans…

In the bathroom mirror, they saw each other. One missing to another, she leaned back to his chest, her head at the built of his shoulder, she asked for more. An onrush, he surged into her deep waters. On tip-toes, she lifted herself off the floor, pushed the flat countertop away from her, to gain one more skin-inch of him. 

Cheeks warned with shy urge, she asked his reflection, “How do you want me?” 

He answered, “I want you just like this.”

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