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Mallory posted an update in the group
Erotic Collaborations 9 years, 5 months ago
FOG AND SILENCE
She is more and more breathless ascending the altitude to arrive at the 15th floor. Crossing the threshold of 5pi to 4 significant digits, the divide disappears as fingers rush into hair, and delicate silk rubs against the long fibers of Egyptian cotton. Mussed French twist becomes a messier war of falling pins. Tongues duel in mouths, thrust and parry, parry and thrust.
Nicole’s hands find the skin on his collarbone, working to unbutton his shirt. Her eyes come to focus on how Alex’s throat is constricting, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallows hard between his breaths, trying to find his voice, uncertain of the words he wants to come out. The shutter of her eyes snatches at the glimpses of his mouth: the mouth that holds all their years of talk and silence, of tenderness and ferocious lust. In the end, no words are achieved, only the sounds of struggle to breathe, to continue breathing her in while the heat between his shoulder blades burns.
Alex captures her face between his palms. His thumbs tracing her cheekbones before he twists each of her silk covered buttons with his thumb and third finger, deliberate and efficient. He slides himself down to his knees to bury his face against her stomach, Nicole’s hands reach down to whip undone her belt, in order to shove down her pants. His tan skin, his fine silver and black stubble, his full mouth, are everywhere against her navel. His features lost in the scent of incredibly soft skin over sinewed abs; in the distance tunnels, the rumbling of hunger fills his ears. She tastes like a steeping London Fog, all creamy and vanilla, hinting of citrusy bergamot. He meant to be gentle, but instead he gnaws himself inside her with his face, drives himself inside her with his fingers.
Nicole fights her vocal cords but wrestles away her shoes and pants. On the brink, graceless with desire, she bites down to keep silent. But her silence becomes harsher, wilder. Screw, she had chosen. His moans no longer low and shallow, but instead grow deeper and rougher. He meant to be humble, but instead with perfectly filthy words, he commands and the backs of her thighs slams the fronts of his. Alex stoops to wrap one arm around her waist to propel and the other arm around her chest to cup her heart. Nicole reaches back with both hands and all nails to grip his hips, urging his fast and masterful force, demanding him as he is, to burrow in her, piping hot and strong and selfish. His commands morph to pleas. And then, then with sound of his crazy breathing, the smell of his sweat, she turns to crane her neck to see his face. One glimpse of his wild eyes breaks her and claws at her soul. Her cries whiplash out, filling him, filling her. Alex is intoxicated by the fog of her and Nicole’s heart, however hesitant, is never silent for Alex.
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