Her hair turns to liquid gold in the firelight, and the shadows trace the shapes of her lean muscles and Eskel makes a peculiar little breathless noise because she's gorgeous and now that she's given permission and showed inexplicable enthusiasm, he's not sure what he wants to touch or kiss first.
"You can ride me however you like, darlin'..." He laughs, sitting up and kissing up her breastbone, alone a collarbone and up her neck. Hungry, open-mouth kisses that stop short of biting her (that would be a bit much, he thinks) but are clearly motivated by a need for her that feels like a banquet after weeks of starving.
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Date: 2020-09-03 03:32 am (UTC)"You can ride me however you like, darlin'..." He laughs, sitting up and kissing up her breastbone, alone a collarbone and up her neck. Hungry, open-mouth kisses that stop short of biting her (that would be a bit much, he thinks) but are clearly motivated by a need for her that feels like a banquet after weeks of starving.