[ It's beautiful, glorious -- submission and worship mingled together. She produces the most spectacular finale to his actions, like an explosion of fireworks -- bright, bursting, and fizzling to nothing. And in their wake, power (true power) courses through his veins. He did that. He was capable of that and so much more. He's a God. Capital fucking G.
His hand withdraws from her body, wrist aching from the intensity of slamming fingers within. Digit by digit, he pops them into his mouth to clean and then leans down to 'clean' her as well -- tasting her climax and the fading pulses across her nethers. As he lets the pain ebb away within her, his lips trail up her stomach and he crawls upward until he can reach her lips and kiss her with her own taste. ]
You are so fucking beautiful. I love you. Every perfect inch of you.
[ His lips trail along her neck, tasting the underside of her jaw before he whispers, quiet and alluring. ]
Let's do the cocaine.
[ Because for him, that would be the cherry on top of this perfect evening -- getting to snort lines directly off her skin. ]
[ She finally shows some signs of life again once his mouth moves against areas now so sensitive that it makes her whimper and twitch. It's like a tiny little encore to end the show perfectly.
...Only, the show's not over, is it?
It's taking a lot of energy to even return his kiss, to acknowledge anything he's saying. She feels like a cracked egg on hot pavement. Just let her sizzle away. It was so much more comfortable. ]
Lov--love you, too.
[ Her eyelids are fluttering, half from the way his mouth is lighting up the still-burning nerves on her neck, half because sleep seems like such a good idea right now. ]
Have. Have fun...
[ Because the "let's" didn't register. Her head's lolling to one side, eyes barely open. Maybe she could finally get the nap that'd been eluding her for so long. ]
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His hand withdraws from her body, wrist aching from the intensity of slamming fingers within. Digit by digit, he pops them into his mouth to clean and then leans down to 'clean' her as well -- tasting her climax and the fading pulses across her nethers. As he lets the pain ebb away within her, his lips trail up her stomach and he crawls upward until he can reach her lips and kiss her with her own taste. ]
You are so fucking beautiful. I love you. Every perfect inch of you.
[ His lips trail along her neck, tasting the underside of her jaw before he whispers, quiet and alluring. ]
Let's do the cocaine.
[ Because for him, that would be the cherry on top of this perfect evening -- getting to snort lines directly off her skin. ]
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...Only, the show's not over, is it?
It's taking a lot of energy to even return his kiss, to acknowledge anything he's saying. She feels like a cracked egg on hot pavement. Just let her sizzle away. It was so much more comfortable. ]
Lov--love you, too.
[ Her eyelids are fluttering, half from the way his mouth is lighting up the still-burning nerves on her neck, half because sleep seems like such a good idea right now. ]
Have. Have fun...
[ Because the "let's" didn't register. Her head's lolling to one side, eyes barely open. Maybe she could finally get the nap that'd been eluding her for so long. ]