It had been quite some time since Saima had been with someone in this way. And in this form, that was a newness that in itself brought so much adrenaline to the evening. And so, they couldn’t help but dwell in the way that Atlas felt, his nipping only encouraging them to let out more sounds. And the movement of those hips – just seems to tempt them into further grinding, needing to get as much contact as they could.
In their longing, Saima lets their hands roam, unable to resist feeling the details of whatever part of Atlas was closest. Their touch was leisurely, soft but charged with a certain energy nonetheless.
Even the slip of a hand under their shirt gave them shivers, so delightfully enamored of the feeling.
Tell me what you crave. Running through their head, only making them more eager for this attention. “I need your touch, keep me tight if you may… I-I need you to kiss me, so much – wherever. I need to be so close, incredibly close – I just need to feel as much of you as I possibly can.” Their voice is low as if sharing a hidden secret, asking for something that they’d dare not admit.
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