[ Torment him she does in more ways than he could have ever imagined. The smell of her, the warmth, the pressure of her around him is almost torture, almost enough to give up God for a brighter, blazing sun. Worship her until his mind is no longer his own, until all thoughts of duty slip from his mind, until all he can think of is how to please her.
It would be nice, he thinks, if only their reality were so kind.
But, for now, it does not sit in this room, nothing does, all of it slips from focus in a chorus of muffled moans and sharp breaths. The need for closeness, for unbreakable distraction. Nails digging into his skin, sharp and painful, demanding him closer deeper. Even if the fog of want did not sit so solidly upon his mind, he could not deny her. Would not. Shifting to indulge her, thrusts perhaps too sudden before settling to a even pace.
Torturous but he has never been a selfish lover. ]
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It would be nice, he thinks, if only their reality were so kind.
But, for now, it does not sit in this room, nothing does, all of it slips from focus in a chorus of muffled moans and sharp breaths. The need for closeness, for unbreakable distraction. Nails digging into his skin, sharp and painful, demanding him closer deeper. Even if the fog of want did not sit so solidly upon his mind, he could not deny her. Would not. Shifting to indulge her, thrusts perhaps too sudden before settling to a even pace.
Torturous but he has never been a selfish lover. ]