[ She leaves his lip stinging and hot, it's... a strangely delicious sensation. It's like her kiss has branded him, kicking his heart into a desperate pound of anticipation when Marina flips his words around on him, pressing him down against her pillows.
It's still so new to be wanted like this, let alone put in place and not have it rankle him. Perhaps... it's because he can read the sentiment behind it, like footprints his feet can easily fill. ]
Marina—
[ That last vowel has a hairline fracture through it; she's so tight and so warm and just starting to swallow up the glans of his cock. It rips his gaze from her face, her dark lashes, the moles around the pout of her rouge-smeared lips, the way her hair frames her, a tousled cascade. Drags it down to where she's stretched open to take him.
Marina's scrutiny catches him in a rare, unguarded moment, mouth slack and eyes soft with vulnerable wonder, but pupils blown wide open with desire. The flutter of her entrance around him punches a shuddering exhale from his chest, the dribble of pre spilling over his knuckle prompts movement, like a reminder he should be doing something, anything, with his hands. A shuttle up and down her blushing cock, thumb following the slit. ]
Stars, [ he breathes, the words more than a little cockstupid, and earnest, ] it's like a kiss.
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It's still so new to be wanted like this, let alone put in place and not have it rankle him. Perhaps... it's because he can read the sentiment behind it, like footprints his feet can easily fill. ]
Marina—
[ That last vowel has a hairline fracture through it; she's so tight and so warm and just starting to swallow up the glans of his cock. It rips his gaze from her face, her dark lashes, the moles around the pout of her rouge-smeared lips, the way her hair frames her, a tousled cascade. Drags it down to where she's stretched open to take him.
Marina's scrutiny catches him in a rare, unguarded moment, mouth slack and eyes soft with vulnerable wonder, but pupils blown wide open with desire. The flutter of her entrance around him punches a shuddering exhale from his chest, the dribble of pre spilling over his knuckle prompts movement, like a reminder he should be doing something, anything, with his hands. A shuttle up and down her blushing cock, thumb following the slit. ]
Stars, [ he breathes, the words more than a little cockstupid, and earnest, ] it's like a kiss.