Sometime back, he'd lost track of the rest of his clothing. It was no great loss.
So when Nyx' hand roved to places even he hadn't visited, there was nothing separating them. Her words, two simple words, filled him with heat. Her fingers felt like bliss and her mouth was so soft now, but so, so demanding. Waves of pleasure wracked his body, and he understood now why Nyx had squirmed earlier. If it was anything like this, he was surprised she managed to keep from screaming.
That's what he wanted to do, scream, but it would mean breaking the kiss, and that was unthinkable. Instead, he slid one arm under her shoulders and one arm about her waist, and flipped them again so that he was once more on his back. There. Now he was free to keep touching her, without worrying about whether or not he'd crush her with his weight.
But just as he moved his hands up to her, she did something quite wonderful indeed... and it paralyzed him completely...
Nyx considered kissing him there, as he had done for her her. It made proper sense to her, because she liked the tension in his body, and she should like to hear him moan and see him quiver properly. She imagined that kissing him there, if it was anything like what he'd done, would accomplish that mission nicely
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By Creation, what was she doing?! His breaths were coming in barely-controlled, shallow pants, and his body was calling out for him to move, to thrust, to drag her down again, to do something.... it was all he could do to lie still.
But he settled his hands on the curve of her hips and held tight there. His fingers were strong and firm, and they held her still. It seemed Nyx was not the only one who needed some time to grasp what she had done. Those eyes of his were filled with deep wonder and restrained desire. He dragged his gaze from her face, slowly down her body, and then to the place where they joined tightly together. And that was the moment he chose to lift her up.
Feeling the way they separated and then came together again would have been enough, but he was watching it, too. Control became a thing of the past.
Nyx sucked in her breath as he began to move her, and let out a low, growlish moan, leaning forward, his hands still controlling the upward and downward movement of her hips, but said nothing for the roll of them.
This. This was good... good good good good good.
She put her hands on either side of his head, smiling - no, grinning - at him. Her grin was like... well, there was no analogy for it yet, but there was certainly desire, and playfulness, and... mischief. Eye contact again, and a quick, teasing kiss.
Her movements began slowly, deliberately, but that was as torturous to her as she hoped it was for him, and it didn't take long for her to pick up her own pace.
"Mine, yes?" she asked sweetly, mischievously. It would have even been prim, except her eyes were heavy-lidded, that minxish smile was still there, and her voice was breathy and low at the same time.
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So when Nyx' hand roved to places even he hadn't visited, there was nothing separating them. Her words, two simple words, filled him with heat. Her fingers felt like bliss and her mouth was so soft now, but so, so demanding. Waves of pleasure wracked his body, and he understood now why Nyx had squirmed earlier. If it was anything like this, he was surprised she managed to keep from screaming.
That's what he wanted to do, scream, but it would mean breaking the kiss, and that was unthinkable. Instead, he slid one arm under her shoulders and one arm about her waist, and flipped them again so that he was once more on his back. There. Now he was free to keep touching her, without worrying about whether or not he'd crush her with his weight.
But just as he moved his hands up to her, she did something quite wonderful indeed... and it paralyzed him completely...
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But he settled his hands on the curve of her hips and held tight there. His fingers were strong and firm, and they held her still. It seemed Nyx was not the only one who needed some time to grasp what she had done. Those eyes of his were filled with deep wonder and restrained desire. He dragged his gaze from her face, slowly down her body, and then to the place where they joined tightly together. And that was the moment he chose to lift her up.
Feeling the way they separated and then came together again would have been enough, but he was watching it, too. Control became a thing of the past.
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This. This was good... good good good good good.
She put her hands on either side of his head, smiling - no, grinning - at him. Her grin was like... well, there was no analogy for it yet, but there was certainly desire, and playfulness, and... mischief. Eye contact again, and a quick, teasing kiss.
Her movements began slowly, deliberately, but that was as torturous to her as she hoped it was for him, and it didn't take long for her to pick up her own pace.
"Mine, yes?" she asked sweetly, mischievously. It would have even been prim, except her eyes were heavy-lidded, that minxish smile was still there, and her voice was breathy and low at the same time.
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