Closer Than Close – BeeGees
At the point of ecstasy, I write a symphony, of poetry in motion
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He lets his limp body weigh her down, just for a minute before he'll roll off her to curl her into his side. Let himself breath in the scent of her, sweaty and smelling like him, like them. everything in the room smells like them, it will linger in here for weeks, torturing him every moment he's in his bed alone. He'll just have to prevent that happening, keep her with him.
She doesn't let him roll away, she follows him, curling herself onto his chest and lazily kissing a path from his shoulder to his ear then back along his jawline finding his mouth along the way, taking pause before she heads for the other ear then onto the other shoulder. It seems it won't take much convincing for her to return. He hasn't even made a movement and she's tormenting him with her tongue, slowly, lazily, like she's got all night.
The thought makes him gasp, so do her teeth at a tendon in his neck. He has to fight to control his breathing as she lies against him, their joined form a tangle of naked limbs.
She drags his earlobe between her teeth, possibly in response to his gasp. Her raggard breath is in his ear and he can't stand the torture anymore.
He grabs her hips and arches against her, showing her what she's doing to him.
Her laugh rumbles low in his ear and she kisses his mouth, teasing him with her tongue, twirling around his own in a coordinated dance. They shouldn't know this dance so well, there hasn't been a crash of teeth or a tangle of their tongues as they fought for control. For once there has been no argument about who has the upper hand, it is instinct, it is unspoken. They both have it.
He'd tried to stay in control last time, the first time, but she'd taken charge, silently demanded, insisted with her tongue and moved her body so he had no control, so he was at her whim. He'd let her take control, especially at the breathy moans she made against his neck. Listening to her use him as her own tool was enough, he just had to keep her against him, keep himself together just long enough for her to quiver.
But now it's his chance for control as he flips her over, breaking her contact with a pop and begins his own assault of her body, of her senses. He can use his own mouth to torture her. She has no idea about the game she's started.