A small smile in reply, the triumphant gleam in his eyes hidden by the shadows in the violet light. His low voice purred as he finished her sentence for her.
"...Have a taste."
Ever so gently, he pressed his mouth to hers for a kiss. Not so gently, however, was the insistent pressure of his thumb as he traced it up body. Starting below the hem of her knickers, and tracing upwards her body instinctively arched into the touch. How very convenient for her to press her chest into the ministrations of his hand. The joy of running his thumb over her nipple--stiff from his earlier touches--was far beyond what he had imagined. How could it be otherwise for the pleasure was in the release of these tensions?
And how glorious the release when these months of tension would shatter like a bubble into the fires of their desire. For the mind was ever the body's puppet and to harness one was to harness the other--The dissolution of their two into one in the fires of passion while the cold wind howled all around.
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"...Have a taste."
Ever so gently, he pressed his mouth to hers for a kiss. Not so gently, however, was the insistent pressure of his thumb as he traced it up body. Starting below the hem of her knickers, and tracing upwards her body instinctively arched into the touch. How very convenient for her to press her chest into the ministrations of his hand. The joy of running his thumb over her nipple--stiff from his earlier touches--was far beyond what he had imagined. How could it be otherwise for the pleasure was in the release of these tensions?
And how glorious the release when these months of tension would shatter like a bubble into the fires of their desire. For the mind was ever the body's puppet and to harness one was to harness the other--The dissolution of their two into one in the fires of passion while the cold wind howled all around.