I open my eyes when I feel her bite my lower lip and shift on top of me, ever so closer to satisfying the maddening ache that I feel.
I watch in rapt attention as she moves on top of me. I can see her muscles shifting, tensing and uncoiling as she shifts slightly. Every inch of her is almost painfully beautiful in a way that I don't think most people could see. There's no doubt just looking at her that she's beautiful, but there's something more graceful and primal than most people would notice.
It's art. Watching her do even the simplest movements is an art on par with anything in any museum and I can't stop watching her.
Almost unconsciously I shift my hips and press up against her, hands gripping her hips. I'm giving her one last moment to back out, to rethink this before she commits. I desperately don't want her to stop, but it would be worse to have her regret it.
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I watch in rapt attention as she moves on top of me. I can see her muscles shifting, tensing and uncoiling as she shifts slightly. Every inch of her is almost painfully beautiful in a way that I don't think most people could see. There's no doubt just looking at her that she's beautiful, but there's something more graceful and primal than most people would notice.
It's art. Watching her do even the simplest movements is an art on par with anything in any museum and I can't stop watching her.
Almost unconsciously I shift my hips and press up against her, hands gripping her hips. I'm giving her one last moment to back out, to rethink this before she commits. I desperately don't want her to stop, but it would be worse to have her regret it.
"Cassandra."