The delicate brush of his thumb over her bottom lip - like the softest rasp of a predator’s feather, a tease and a wish that coaxed forth her tongue. He chuckled as his finger plunged in, dipping dark over wet, imitation of other dark places, making her muscles clench.
One finger becomes two, thick and heavy. She closes her lips on them. Tasting him in a primal-vulnerable ritual of eyes-wide. Sucking at him with the damp dark of teeth & tongue. Licking a pulse beat repetition. Through her body, echoes chime, shifting into bright-alive.
The luxurious softness of her tongue, warm gentle suckling, those very same fingers probe her deepest need, tender, firm, luxuriating, a manner conveying exactly a savoring of simple moments, every liquid motion, a reminder, her many talents and pleasures beyond the now. Regaining composure, his dark eyes return from a rolled back state, consuming hers, her own widen and soften, feigned innocence knowingly enflaming lust. Carnal involuntary hardening, pressing against her as if desire migrates directly via intensity of pressure, his own familiar moistening, a clear sweet treat she craves, coaxed readily from his hardness. He growls, a simple soft purr returned, she knows, the mighty predator becomes prey, her prey
It is so easy to melt, in a rich, opulent cascade of feeling, around the hard of his demand. The promise in his hand, becomes a full-on taking, an asserting of control. He gives her short, sharp growls of dominant instruction and she obeys. Her skin is alive, quivering-desires.
Electricity palpable, a haunting tingle of pleasure and pain, indistinguishable. Desire, certainly a component, yet this moment of moment offers but no choice. Need, yes need, wantonly devours all power of the will. Flame, smoke, cause, effect, each without will of its own but mere byproducts of forces ethereal. Intertwined, coalesced a vortex of reaction no less than chemical.
She consumes and is consumed. Devouring in rapture. Surrendered to his maneuvers. He positions her how he wants her, feeding her full in all her empty entrances. Only he satisfies. Her need for him, the essence of his entirety, is boundless - and she yields, begging him to take.
She begs to be taken, yet he, deaf to her pleas, takes what his wants despite supplication of her need. His inscrutable insensitivity repels her not, but rather, heightens pleasures untold. She, used without mercy, yet completed, he purposefully disengaged from her rapture, magnifies it. Symbiotic, ironic magic.
He takes. Fingers deep, hands controlling as if he's given himself over to lust and pleasure and she is only a tool. He uses. She whimpers, wanting. She is fed. But left insatiable. He tells her what to do and what not to do. Fills the empty yet leaves the heat of her wanting. And she turns her head. Kisses skin. Tears in her eyes. Reddened by agony. And tells him, thank you.
Pausing, seeing her tears of distraction, commands attention with a lightning deft grasp, a pinkened engorged nipple in his primal clutch. Returning to his reality, gasping, mouth agape, speechless, breathless, he, unconcerned. Mere time powerless over this moment. Gazing as his wrath of passion washes across her face and seizes her immortal soul, ruinously hardens again. Without will, she lowers to her knees, in his worship.
(written by two people)