[She wants to keep drinking him in, keep imprinting his image on her as it burns through her retinas and up into her brain, but the reflexive and overwhelming response to shut her eyes, part her lips is too much to ignore. She willingly loses that battle, neck curving back as the base of her skull rests itself against the metal of the wall behind her, fingertips digging into the softness of his flesh and the hardness of the bone and muscle underneath - until dragged out, elevated by his hand.
Her tongue feels thick and heavy in her mouth, the tip of it running along the ridge of her teeth as breaths give way to pants, as grunts give way to moans. Her fingers curl down and tighten, grip like iron, as the tension at her center begins to contract and pull every muscle in her body, like an imploding supernova, focal point distinctly at where they're fused.
The velvet of his voice is what finally does it, though - it's the final push to explode her body and atoms and molecules out of the stratosphere and into the orbit of her swirling head. She comes in tremor and spasm - wave, after wave, after wave - knees and legs trembling like branches in a breeze, ribs reaching for his, shoulders rooted firmly into the wall to keep her from collapsing to the ground. Her head bucks forward to crash into his shoulder, fingers of her free hand clutching his shirt on the opposite shoulder so tightly it's a wonder it doesn't melt together. Her body quivers and flinches as electrical spark and ravaging embers course through her veins like blood, murmurs of sound released to his chest in desperate huffs of air and warmth.]
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Her tongue feels thick and heavy in her mouth, the tip of it running along the ridge of her teeth as breaths give way to pants, as grunts give way to moans. Her fingers curl down and tighten, grip like iron, as the tension at her center begins to contract and pull every muscle in her body, like an imploding supernova, focal point distinctly at where they're fused.
The velvet of his voice is what finally does it, though - it's the final push to explode her body and atoms and molecules out of the stratosphere and into the orbit of her swirling head. She comes in tremor and spasm - wave, after wave, after wave - knees and legs trembling like branches in a breeze, ribs reaching for his, shoulders rooted firmly into the wall to keep her from collapsing to the ground. Her head bucks forward to crash into his shoulder, fingers of her free hand clutching his shirt on the opposite shoulder so tightly it's a wonder it doesn't melt together. Her body quivers and flinches as electrical spark and ravaging embers course through her veins like blood, murmurs of sound released to his chest in desperate huffs of air and warmth.]