Pulsian Lover

A freewrite, but I like this one well enough that I thought I'd give it its own space. Or maybe it's just that it's nearly 2am and my inner critic already went to bed. Weakling.

Lightning cried out softly, arching her back and lifting her hips against the hands restraining her. A few strained seconds of writhing in whimpers and she arched again, throwing her hands down to clutch at the head between her thighs, only to find a rounded shape covered by blankets that were drawn up to her waist. Feeling the head shift and nudge in time with the quivers coursing through her inner thighs and belly, she grasped and pulled and kneaded at the blanket. Whispering breathy pleas and praying to gods she didn't know.

None of them answered as the hot touch gentled and softened, leaving her eyes rolling to the headboard and her teeth clenched on a swear. A heady gasp fell from her lips and for all she knew there was no escaping this torturing ecstasy - not when that tongue was suddenly... slowly... doing... that...

Her head lolled to the side, jaw loosening as her eyes continued to reaching for heaven and stars. A groan rattled her throat and her teeth grabbed her lower lip, caught somewhere between saying her lover's name and an expletive. Muscles everywhere tensed in blissful anticipation. Her lungs collapsed as air passed through instead and quivers roared through her chest.

And then her face twisted and she was curling to her side and bucking against a wet muscle pressing in to fondle her clenching. She felt nothing and everything at once, exploding and contracting all around her senses.

She was limp and aching and her breathing was still a little high pitched as the blankets shifted like rolling water. Beautiful bronze hands and arms emerged, snaking along either side and followed by a dark head of rich, silky hair.

She was weighed down and covered by the warm, heavenly body. Luscious curves fit against her own and then all she knew were green eyes burning raw and whole into hers. Still quaking from her earth-shattering bliss, she clutched the sides of the beautiful face and was made dizzy as lips crashed into hers. A tongue pressed in, slick with her own desire and feeling thick in her mouth. She didn't realize just how fervently she was tangling her hands into that thick bed of hair, her legs sliding needily around the hips between them.

Hands played over her thighs. Lips descended from her mouth to her throat and the hands traveled inward as bites and marks were messily and lovingly strewn about her neck. Lower to her chest where the teeth became gentler on soft, sensitive flesh. Still marking but with worshipful care until her nipples were thoroughly wetted by mouth and tongue.

And then those wonderful hands reached her and two finger slid in so easily that a third was added. There was no tease in the powerful thrusts that shook her. She was soon soaring high again with lips and teeth at her breast and hands so exquisitely pleasing the ache rattling through every fiber, and it was one after another that she felt herself reach out even past the stars to a blanket of endless night.

But her lover's harsh breath and ravenous lips called to her, and even from such a distance she would come back just for her. Cupping her face, their eyes held each other with such feverish want that it sparked fire in her veins and bliss in her soul as her lover's desire pressed hotly against her own. Those hips set a fast pace, grinding against her with such desperate passion that the mattress shifted and the sheets tangled in a mess about them.

There was at last a groan of release, a collapse of limbs. The weight of euphoria.

And a love's embrace.