ride "What would you do," she asked, sidling next to him with a sly pivot of her hips, "If I straddled you here, right now, and took you in front of all these people?" He looked at her, his face still unreadable and stoic while smoke lapped at their bodies. The dirt beneath their feet in the make-shift club was already compact, ground to the earth with heavy footsteps and loud cries. "I would ask you what you were doing." She grinned at him in that way of hers, eliciting a response he resented. In the moment between the lapse of her breath and the pace of his heart he could see a picture of her body writhing on top of his, dominating him, eating him, owning him. He could feel his hands roaming her body, roughening her skin, making her moan and groan and cry and ride him until it became too much and the world froze in a perfect freeze frame, their bodies joined and muscles contracting in a sweaty conjuncture. Bodily fluids swapping and a sexual bridge breaking into tiny pieces as she cried his name over and over as she drove herself harder and faster and wilder. "I would hope it would be obvious." END// 10.21.01 :: 01:27 << [heart] >> scribble me your heart