12-31-2017, 07:40 PM
Eione
I can save you, I can take you away from here
She can no longer imagine a world without him – how had she existed, not knowing what might await her over the jagged precipice of the valley? Despite her innate capability to know so much, she could never have predicted what fate might have in store for her, beneath the waning sunlight of a vivid and stark sunset that seemed just like any other. He is beautiful, inside and out and she is left longing to have him nearer to her as the darkness of her crimson gaze takes in the slender curve of his neck, the narrow line of his lean but muscled physique, glittering in the vivid moonlight with the rise and fall of each breath.
Her neck is outstretched toward the celestial sky, where a plethora of constellations lay overhead, saturated with starlight. Her dark tresses fall along the column of her neck, and as her cheek is turned, her scarlet stare searches his in the silver glow, lustful and wide-eyed. The splendor of dusk might be enthralling if it were not for the incredible beauty of Amet. He is more captivating and more brilliant than the moon could ever hope to be. She is enamored by him, breathless and waiting, writhing beneath each touch pressed into her trembling frame.
He is placing deep, yearning kisses into the swell of her shapely hip, and then the length of her thigh, making her quiver with anticipation as his lips dance across the pattern of her two-toned skin, and she is slowly becoming unraveled and tightly coiled at the very same time. Her breath is caught in her throat when his brushes ever so slightly across her womanhood, but she is unabashed and unveiled for him – her desire for him is so deep and unwavering that she merely breathes his name in a soft plea, a hesitant step taken back to push back against the heat of his caress.
When he does finally reach up to clasp his legs around the swell of her hip, a gasp passes through the paleness of her lips as he presses deeply into her. A whimper of pleasure and pain is muffled, but only a few (slow, excruiciating) moments pass with the fullness of him filling her before the ache and discomfort subsides, replaced with renewed desire.
She becomes lost in the sheer heat of his coupling with her, closing her scarlet-laced eyes tightly to fill herself with the thoughts drifting across his mind – his white-hot burning of his own need, his desire, his unfiltered longing for her (when he yearns for her to be closer, she pushes back – when he savors the sensation, she intensifies it). But he cannot read her mind – and she cannot will him to know what is on her mind, and so she presses the curve of her rump to the perfect, shapely inlet of his groin, urging him deeper and closer to her, with a whisper of ”don’t stop” uttered just loud enough for him to hear.
Her neck is outstretched toward the celestial sky, where a plethora of constellations lay overhead, saturated with starlight. Her dark tresses fall along the column of her neck, and as her cheek is turned, her scarlet stare searches his in the silver glow, lustful and wide-eyed. The splendor of dusk might be enthralling if it were not for the incredible beauty of Amet. He is more captivating and more brilliant than the moon could ever hope to be. She is enamored by him, breathless and waiting, writhing beneath each touch pressed into her trembling frame.
He is placing deep, yearning kisses into the swell of her shapely hip, and then the length of her thigh, making her quiver with anticipation as his lips dance across the pattern of her two-toned skin, and she is slowly becoming unraveled and tightly coiled at the very same time. Her breath is caught in her throat when his brushes ever so slightly across her womanhood, but she is unabashed and unveiled for him – her desire for him is so deep and unwavering that she merely breathes his name in a soft plea, a hesitant step taken back to push back against the heat of his caress.
When he does finally reach up to clasp his legs around the swell of her hip, a gasp passes through the paleness of her lips as he presses deeply into her. A whimper of pleasure and pain is muffled, but only a few (slow, excruiciating) moments pass with the fullness of him filling her before the ache and discomfort subsides, replaced with renewed desire.
She becomes lost in the sheer heat of his coupling with her, closing her scarlet-laced eyes tightly to fill herself with the thoughts drifting across his mind – his white-hot burning of his own need, his desire, his unfiltered longing for her (when he yearns for her to be closer, she pushes back – when he savors the sensation, she intensifies it). But he cannot read her mind – and she cannot will him to know what is on her mind, and so she presses the curve of her rump to the perfect, shapely inlet of his groin, urging him deeper and closer to her, with a whisper of ”don’t stop” uttered just loud enough for him to hear.
@[Amet]