03-03-2017, 01:07 PM
Stillwater
From roaring and raging to slow and flowing, and back again. They each dragged the other along with every wild change, every sudden upheaval into something new. But now it felt balanced to him. Now it felt natural. Now they rode the waves, or drifted in lazy currents. It didn't beat against them and push them apart. It surrounded and cradled them together. It only made him want her more.
It only made him hate her more.
He hated that this happened, so sudden and unexpected. So unpredictable, like her. He was not meant to be here, was not meant to be touched by her. Wild, free. Solitary. Sweet smiles with a devil underneath. Unnatural attraction and an insatiable hunger. He never cared to take them this way. They never made it this far. Just enough to get them ready, consumed in their delicious wanting, then clutched in his steely grip and drained, devoured.
That was when he felt his pleasure; when their aching moans turned to terrified screams. When they sang for him beneath the water, beneath his touch. His breath hitched just thinking of it, remembering it. He draped his arm over her and pulled her closer, his mouth watering, his body thrumming. And she let him, didn't resist at all as he dragged her in, held her against him. Again, he was captivated with the feel of their skin-to-skin, so smooth and gliding along each other. Unnatural.
But so intoxicating.
With every caress against her, she urged him on with soft little noises; quiet sighs and breathy whispers. He pressed her side to his chest, his arm still over her tasteful hip. The black satin of his mouth explored her, slowly tracing the dips and hollows of her back, to her shoulder. His throbbing teeth pinched her there, a tease, a taunt. Her sexy noises were good, thrilling, but she was still holding back, still reining herself in. That was displeasing. He wanted her, would take her further than anyone. If she really wanted it. If she wanted him.
His lips slid slowly along her sleek neck, hot tongue tasting her with suckling kisses, savoring her. That's not enough, Djinni, he pressed quietly against her skin like a gravelly warning. This genie was still hiding in her little bottle. He wasn't one for half-baked, preferred to have it all hot and ready for him. Preferred to warm her, heat her, hear how she really wanted him. Even if he ached to drain her the whole time, his jaw tight and mouth watering.
Even if he hated her.
It only made him hate her more.
He hated that this happened, so sudden and unexpected. So unpredictable, like her. He was not meant to be here, was not meant to be touched by her. Wild, free. Solitary. Sweet smiles with a devil underneath. Unnatural attraction and an insatiable hunger. He never cared to take them this way. They never made it this far. Just enough to get them ready, consumed in their delicious wanting, then clutched in his steely grip and drained, devoured.
That was when he felt his pleasure; when their aching moans turned to terrified screams. When they sang for him beneath the water, beneath his touch. His breath hitched just thinking of it, remembering it. He draped his arm over her and pulled her closer, his mouth watering, his body thrumming. And she let him, didn't resist at all as he dragged her in, held her against him. Again, he was captivated with the feel of their skin-to-skin, so smooth and gliding along each other. Unnatural.
But so intoxicating.
With every caress against her, she urged him on with soft little noises; quiet sighs and breathy whispers. He pressed her side to his chest, his arm still over her tasteful hip. The black satin of his mouth explored her, slowly tracing the dips and hollows of her back, to her shoulder. His throbbing teeth pinched her there, a tease, a taunt. Her sexy noises were good, thrilling, but she was still holding back, still reining herself in. That was displeasing. He wanted her, would take her further than anyone. If she really wanted it. If she wanted him.
His lips slid slowly along her sleek neck, hot tongue tasting her with suckling kisses, savoring her. That's not enough, Djinni, he pressed quietly against her skin like a gravelly warning. This genie was still hiding in her little bottle. He wasn't one for half-baked, preferred to have it all hot and ready for him. Preferred to warm her, heat her, hear how she really wanted him. Even if he ached to drain her the whole time, his jaw tight and mouth watering.
Even if he hated her.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it