Breathing was highly overrated it seemed, because Ripley had stolen his ability to do it and yet he could still move against the man under him almost frantically.
Someone spreading their legs had never seemed quite so erotic, so inviting before in all his life, and skin sliding against skin had never been so electrifying. He felt as if he was on fire from it as he claimed Ripley's mouth and made it his. Ripley had better remember this next time he kissed someone, he'd better remember what Greham's lips felt like against his own.
The fiercely possessive thought came out of nowhere, and quite frankly it was unsettling. He let it sink back to wherever it had come from, focusing instead on the rising tide of pleasure inside him, moaning against Ripley's lips, an almost pained sound.
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Date: 2012-10-12 06:07 am (UTC)Someone spreading their legs had never seemed quite so erotic, so inviting before in all his life, and skin sliding against skin had never been so electrifying. He felt as if he was on fire from it as he claimed Ripley's mouth and made it his. Ripley had better remember this next time he kissed someone, he'd better remember what Greham's lips felt like against his own.
The fiercely possessive thought came out of nowhere, and quite frankly it was unsettling. He let it sink back to wherever it had come from, focusing instead on the rising tide of pleasure inside him, moaning against Ripley's lips, an almost pained sound.