Her skin snagged along the floor, as she crawled toward him. She looked down to see if she had cut herself, and heard him undo his belt which made her clit so thick it was almost hard to crawl.
Almost, she would get to him, she needed him.
She had cut herself, the moisture of small blood beneath her did not end her progression forward.
Toward him.
Biting her lip, she licked them because they were parched. She had not had time to ready herself for love, but crawled toward him nonetheless. Parking herself in front of him, she looked up into his eyes for a nanosecond, her eye caught the shininess of his undone belt buckle.
But she eyed his throat, eyed the smooth skin there and her tongue leaped out like a lizard. She studied his throat like artwork, admired it and gave into her vulnerability with him.
Her vulnerability was what made him different, she allowed herself to be vulnerable with him. With their love, with their life.
Resting her head on his knee, she kissed the inside of his thigh. She loved his places like that, the parts of him that ached when his hot spots were loved.
“Look up at me,” he said, and she still studied his throat, desperate to love that bit of him. On her knees, she kissed the inside of this thighs and dryly cried for love as he pulled her closer.
The tarot cards on the table, had indicated there would be love…the gauzy fairies on her deck murmured love…
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