Her gaze stays on her, an adoration so plain, so needful, it cannot be mistaken for other than what it is. I love you, I adore you, I want you so. Her fingers curl and rock, thrusting into her deeply, the pad of her thumb against her clit in small, slight circles which are so kind they must be a torment.
Because she is watching an avalanche down a mountainside, she is watching her mountain fall apart under her touches like she is the tremor that shakes the trees in an almighty earthquake. How good it had felt to be such a thing, as good as when it happened to her. Knowing the ache in Magni's legs, those little pulled in breathes where she can't sit still. That it feels.
Like a kiss.
It seizes her, as that, how dearly she wants her to feel as Lakshmi had felt. How she wants to unravel her just the same. Her head lifts, meeting Magni's gaze with eyes dark in the heat of it. Perhaps it is to make a mark of it, to make sure that it was alright too so that Magni could see what she was doing as she lowers her head, curls her fingers a little bit away.
And kisses her, there, just there. Her fingers deep inside of her, curling up and up. Her lips soft, and she kisses Magni across her clit like she did her lips, warm tongue and a soft sigh. Water on her tongue, but that other taste below it, drawing it up and over. Almost, almost unerring, because she looks up at her, thick under her lashes, still, gazing up at her without hesitation as she keeps her mouth there.
no subject
Because she is watching an avalanche down a mountainside, she is watching her mountain fall apart under her touches like she is the tremor that shakes the trees in an almighty earthquake. How good it had felt to be such a thing, as good as when it happened to her. Knowing the ache in Magni's legs, those little pulled in breathes where she can't sit still. That it feels.
Like a kiss.
It seizes her, as that, how dearly she wants her to feel as Lakshmi had felt. How she wants to unravel her just the same. Her head lifts, meeting Magni's gaze with eyes dark in the heat of it. Perhaps it is to make a mark of it, to make sure that it was alright too so that Magni could see what she was doing as she lowers her head, curls her fingers a little bit away.
And kisses her, there, just there. Her fingers deep inside of her, curling up and up. Her lips soft, and she kisses Magni across her clit like she did her lips, warm tongue and a soft sigh. Water on her tongue, but that other taste below it, drawing it up and over. Almost, almost unerring, because she looks up at her, thick under her lashes, still, gazing up at her without hesitation as she keeps her mouth there.