Warnings: smut, oral
Theme Set/Theme: Theme Set: II- #3 Arch
She arched towards him, searched desperately for that deeper feeling of satisfaction, clung to the bed sheets, panted out his name into the warm air.
It amused him, sometimes more than others, that he could bring this strong girl to a pile of shuddering nerves, make her squirm beneath his touch, his gaze. She prided herself in being strong- all Turks were, but he could always turn her into a beggar, calling out his name desperately, craving release. Wanting, needing, begging, crying for it.
It amazed him that he could knock her down with a few casual flicks of his tongue.