Re: [Sonrisa] (Adult bedtime)
[On the plane and plinth of the bed, Sam spoke. And Cris, before he kissed her gentle, paused to look down at the gringa, to take her, dew drop by dew drop, sunbeam by sunbeam. Obscenity by obscenity, ruination by ruination. Her skin was shower-raw, and it gave her the look of cream poured beneath him. Her hair was honey, sapped together still, sticking to cheeks and the cornera her heart-shaped lips. Dios. He wanted her. He swallowed down her words greedy, and it was a feat that he was as restrained as he was, huh? He wasn't tired like Sam, but she'd said to fuck her slow and he knew the soft bruisesa weariness under her eyes. So, yeah, it was amazing he had the fucking brainpower to drag out his body's need for hers, to distend it with time and teasing 'til belly bloated with a starvation barely staved.
But, he managed. For now, he managed.] You're just tryin' to butter me up, [he teased, brief, before he kissed her in flower-bloom. He liked her wild, huh? He loved her wild. He loved how bad she needed and wanted, how impatient she was. It was like she was burning from the inside out, and he loved that, fucking her like that. But, this was nice too. A changea pace, sticky, slow, and Cris smiled when he pulled away.
She was still holding the flower and that was good. His finger over her teeth, and she bit down to bone. Cris gave a small hiss at the shard whitenessa pain, but it felt good, and her tongue was warm and indulgent. He was busy with his mouth on her nipple, and he was gonna keep going—'til she let go-a stem and started pulling at him. His lips were puffy from his efforts, and Cris came up licking spit from pink. He caught the taffya Sam's tongue, roughshod against his fingers. Black-blown gaze lifted to the discarded flower. He turned at the waist, the heada his cock blood-thick between the lipsa Sam's cunt, but staying shallow—and he grabbed an orange blossom. Careful, he pushed her arms back up and made her grip the thing, folding her fingers like they were sun-shy petals themselves.
His own breathing was wet in the lungs, it was sodden and heavy with how much he wanted to fuck Sam. But, he went to her other nipple then, the one that was still prim in pink, and he sucked and licked and, with another smile that was sweet brief, he bit again.]