Obviously: Lime.
Skin pressed against naked skin with a slide that heated blood. Slick, wet flesh rubbed and twisted, tongues tangled as fingers clenched in long strands of hair. Nails dug into muscle and skin – marking, cherishing, and needing. Muscles clenched and pulled, shivering. The slow slide of cloth revealing more skin. Teeth nibbled and grazed. Bruised lips brushed faint stubble, callused finger tips and palms explored textures of skin and scar. Strength bent captured strength. Tamed it. Tasted it. Craved it.
The soft slide of sheets against sensitive nerve endings, the soft stroke of tongue against skin. Tension – hot and tight – coiling low and frantic bodies heaved and pressed.
Vibrations of sound: a low hiss, followed by a muffled moan, panting, uneven breaths. Uneven murmurings. A grunt of exertion. A low wail. The squeak of springs. The rustle of sheets. The soundless noise of a pillow hitting the floor. Whispered words: demands, questions, begging...
Screams.
Gasping. Low whispers of sound.
Breathe against skin. Hot, moist heat against hotter, wet skin. The slow slide of a hand against hip. Fingers curling in tangled, sweat damp hair. Sheets rustling. A sigh of satisfaction. A mummer of amusement. Soft, whispered breaths against sensitive skin.
Silence.
Silence.
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