Above: Tisaeja (Pronounced Ti-seh-ja)
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Several Years Later...
On the outside her body was completely relaxed, waiting for what it knew was coming next.
She loved this moment with Nsooba, when the frantic beating of her heart in her ears settled and she could focus on the pulse further down. She loved when Nsooba switched to focus on her.
Sometimes it would be in the way he shifted his weight, other times it would be when his eyes snapped open and his body angled towards her.
Today it was when he lifted his head from the crook of her neck, his eyes locking on hers. Exactly as she wanted him.
Looking only at her. Seeing only her in this moment.
More importantly, she could see his eyes and the offering they presented to her - no, poured into her. Her back arched off the wall and she gripped onto his shoulders to hold onto him.
She had not wanted to break the contact with him, but he had never opened himself so wide to her before and she had not been ready for the sudden onslaught of his passion.
Already, she could feel it drain into her core, filling up her depleted reserves. It was too much too soon. Her body and her element warred with each other. One crashing against her with wave after wave of hard pleasure while the other wanted to consume something much more powerful.
She wasn't sure if she should be feeling euphoric or sated beyond relief as she thrashed against his flesh impaling her to the wall.
She felt his fingers gently touch her chin, angling her face down to meet his. She felt his desire to see her crash against her skin. Her mind. Her core. When he slowly rolled his hips into her, she lifted heavy lids to drink in the sight of him.
Oh God.
The door on his passions lay open like it had been swung open and held there by the harsh monsoon winds in the Third season.
Her legs were trembling now, at least enough for her to notice.
Oh so close, so close.
Her body fell into the pattern it knew with him. Strengthen, grip, tense, take.
She felt better prepared this time and locked into his gaze.
A bolt of pleasure ripped through like it was ripping her in half. IT was more than she had ever felt but so powerful she could not take it to transform it. She could not control it and she felt herself being flung upwards in the direction it was going for that single second. Then it faded crashing her back into her body. Breathless.
Every thrust of his hips felt like tiny needles of pleasure poking both at her and the part of her hungry for more power. It sent her emotions into a frenzy.
She tried another time. His eyes said Take. Me. In. Now. Take all of me in. Now.
It was still too much. She had never been lit so fiercely from the inside for her control to be ripped out of her hands. How does one take control from pleasure their body is not equipped to handle?
She tried to kiss him. To siphon some of it away with frenzied kisses. That had worked in the past too.
She tried again to take all of him in, frenzied as she felt his unspoken command wash over her body. His thrusts no longer had the controlled roll. His rythym was like that of a circle drawn in increments. Broken. Broken with the climax he was holding back. From the slit in her eyes, she saw the muscles in his jaw and along his face tense with his growing impatience.
