Post by antibellum on Apr 1, 2011 0:34:26 GMT -5
The bearer arched, breath hissing between his teeth as he rode out the abrupt burn, spreading his legs wider about his mate with a low, soft groan, red hair splayed out beneath him, bright eyes almost obscenely blue against the warm colors of his skin and hair. His hands slid almost unconsciously along Peeta's sides to curl about the firm muscles of his ass, pulling hard to grind down slowly with his teeth set into the soft flesh of his lips to muffle the sounds rolling through him. It was more than just being filled, more than the slow, loving stroke of hands over his skin; gods, it was perfect in every sense of the word down to the fading twinges of discomfort and his needy erection pressing against the smooth, flat plane of his stomach.
Finally he opened his eyes, lifting his head to stare along his belly at the point where they joined and the obscene picture of his legs stretched open wide and trembling faintly with the urge to move. Ryir's head spilled back as if the effort of lifting it were too much to sustain for any length of time, hands sliding up to pull Peeta down for a heated kiss, growling soft against his mouth," Move.. I need you to move."
Finally he opened his eyes, lifting his head to stare along his belly at the point where they joined and the obscene picture of his legs stretched open wide and trembling faintly with the urge to move. Ryir's head spilled back as if the effort of lifting it were too much to sustain for any length of time, hands sliding up to pull Peeta down for a heated kiss, growling soft against his mouth," Move.. I need you to move."
