OH MY GOD.... i´m very sorprise.... i can´t belive yet. this:
She grins, and slices the air, the gentle snip of the scissors seeming loud in the stillness of the room. "You trust me?" she asks, prying the hem of the boxers from his right thigh.
"I'm tied to your bed," Ben replies, and can't help but grin. "I think it's safe to say that I trust you."
and this:
His breath is catching in his throat and the tie is rubbing him raw at the back of his neck and she's so tight, so fucking good, and she studies his face and says, "Are you okay?"
He is, he's just not going to last much longer, and he says so, which makes her smile and let go of the tie, smile turning into a big grin when his head slumps back onto the pillows. She shifts, places her hands either side of him on the bed and slides them up, rumpling the sheets beneath and leaning down over him, and the change of angle makes him cry out almost involuntarily, eyes falling closed.
When he opens them again, her face is hovering right over his, flushed and beautiful with just the hint of a smile playing on her lips. Staring at her, feeling her clenched around him, he feels his orgasm beginning to crash down over him—just as she dips her head and presses her lips to his, fiercely, in a frantic kiss. His hips pump up feebly as he lets out a broken sob into her mouth, and he feels her hand against his cheek, caressing, and then she's milking the rest of his orgasm from him with the easy rocking of her hips, still kissing him, softer and softer and then stopping as he goes weak beneath her.
"Look at me," she whispers, and he realises his eyes are shut and opens them, looks into hers. She rubs her nose against his, and breaks into a smile. "That was pretty awesome," she says.
He just laughs hoarsely, and kisses her. And kisses her, and kisses her...
"I don't want to move," she murmurs, even as he's going soft inside of her, "but I want a hug, and you need your arms for that."
"Yeah," Ben agrees, because monosyllabism is all he's capable of now, every nerve tingling and muscle aching.
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O.O
Date: 2011-03-03 04:11 pm (UTC)She grins, and slices the air, the gentle snip of the scissors seeming loud in the stillness of the room. "You trust me?" she asks, prying the hem of the boxers from his right thigh.
"I'm tied to your bed," Ben replies, and can't help but grin. "I think it's safe to say that I trust you."
and this:
His breath is catching in his throat and the tie is rubbing him raw at the back of his neck and she's so tight, so fucking good, and she studies his face and says, "Are you okay?"
He is, he's just not going to last much longer, and he says so, which makes her smile and let go of the tie, smile turning into a big grin when his head slumps back onto the pillows. She shifts, places her hands either side of him on the bed and slides them up, rumpling the sheets beneath and leaning down over him, and the change of angle makes him cry out almost involuntarily, eyes falling closed.
When he opens them again, her face is hovering right over his, flushed and beautiful with just the hint of a smile playing on her lips. Staring at her, feeling her clenched around him, he feels his orgasm beginning to crash down over him—just as she dips her head and presses her lips to his, fiercely, in a frantic kiss. His hips pump up feebly as he lets out a broken sob into her mouth, and he feels her hand against his cheek, caressing, and then she's milking the rest of his orgasm from him with the easy rocking of her hips, still kissing him, softer and softer and then stopping as he goes weak beneath her.
"Look at me," she whispers, and he realises his eyes are shut and opens them, looks into hers. She rubs her nose against his, and breaks into a smile. "That was pretty awesome," she says.
He just laughs hoarsely, and kisses her. And kisses her, and kisses her...
"I don't want to move," she murmurs, even as he's going soft inside of her, "but I want a hug, and you need your arms for that."
"Yeah," Ben agrees, because monosyllabism is all he's capable of now, every nerve tingling and muscle aching.
THAY WAS... oh god... i love it.