larue: (told me i was only burden bound)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote in [personal profile] icarusalsoflew 2014-06-05 03:48 pm (UTC)

Better. [ He's tilting your face away at that so that he can lavish attention on that glorious neck of yours in time to the way he's working you up to get you off.

No more words for now. Just his mouth in your skin as he feels you up, hilt to tip and down again so that he can cup and fondle you until you swell. His touch goes from heavy to feather-light, fingers tracing the curve of your balls and then moving up to apply pressure to the underside of your cock.

That's his tongue giving due attention to the curve of your ear, to the pulse at your neck.

That's his teeth nipping at your nape as the hand at your chin comes away so that he skims his palm over your chest, fingers tracing idle circles around one nipple and the next.

That's the press of him -- hard and ready and slick with precum ( yes, this turns him on so much you would not believe ) -- against your hands; the shudder that goes through him as he finally finds his voice again: ]


Touch me... [ His palm is tracking a path over your stomach now, following the tension in your abdominal muscles and massaging a line along the jut and dip of your hipbone. ] Just touch me. You can feel it, right? How much I want you?

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