[ She's grateful that the stall in his kisses is because he's shrugging off his shirt, and it's just long enough that she opens her eyes blearily as if in a stupor to appreciate the vision of him before her. He's lean and muscular, and as much as she believes he hasn't anything to hide with a shirt, she's secretly grateful that she's one of the few to see him like this. What a beautiful man he is, his skin and eyes almost ethereal in the glow of her crystal.
He returns to her and shifts, and she can no longer stroke at him or attempt to disrobe him further as his lips find their way down from the sensitive part of her neck (a respite) to make their way to her breast (not a respite), suckling her in yet another sensitive area he's discovered. Her neck arches back with a moan when his lips pause there and his tongue teases, body locking then unfurling in a strong set of shivers against the tease. Then her legs spread further as if to cool the wet heat between, toes curling in response. Pyra pants hotly as he descends further down her body, feeling how pleasure pools within her core both in anticipation and all that he's provoked so far. Architect, if he's this good with his lips upon her neck and breast, just think of what else he can do further down-- and she wants that, she suddenly wants it like burning.
Pyra can guess where he's headed, and her hands find his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. ] Noct.. [ She whispers his name not to stop him, but to encourage him. The way he's kissing down her body both aches and pleases. ]
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He returns to her and shifts, and she can no longer stroke at him or attempt to disrobe him further as his lips find their way down from the sensitive part of her neck (a respite) to make their way to her breast (not a respite), suckling her in yet another sensitive area he's discovered. Her neck arches back with a moan when his lips pause there and his tongue teases, body locking then unfurling in a strong set of shivers against the tease. Then her legs spread further as if to cool the wet heat between, toes curling in response. Pyra pants hotly as he descends further down her body, feeling how pleasure pools within her core both in anticipation and all that he's provoked so far. Architect, if he's this good with his lips upon her neck and breast, just think of what else he can do further down-- and she wants that, she suddenly wants it like burning.
Pyra can guess where he's headed, and her hands find his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. ] Noct.. [ She whispers his name not to stop him, but to encourage him. The way he's kissing down her body both aches and pleases. ]