2.5 hour speed destress colouring. good god I should be studying for exams.
Why? because I'm too shy to let most of the internet see stuff like this.
so it'll be tucked gently away to my art blog where it can't hurt anybody or be taken to hurt me.
Leen and Lay. From this earlier post. I picked my favourite sketch to colour. In my mind they are having intercourse though their expressions are rather idealized. Fixed their skin colours after nine thousand tries. Supposedly Colleen is a delicious shade of peach and Lale is some sort of alabaster that never tans. I guess Lale looks a bit too alive, though I'll attribute that to... what they're doing at the moment. Heh.
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"I..." the woman gasped, her soft panting hitched lightly.
"Go on," he urged with a wicked smile.
"Need, need you," she murmured, turning her flushed rosy face away. She liked saying the words but she would never tell him so; they both knew this already, there was no need to articulate something so thoroughly understood. They'd played around enough. Any more and it would waste their precious time together.
With practised ease he lifted her, stroking her smooth, heated flesh. Each touch made her shiver in anticipation, waiting, wanting. It took all of his self-restraint not to impale himself into her, took all of him to resist making her howl his name and rake glorious bleeding crescents down his back. Tonight was not a night to be rough. He slid her against him, each inch of their skins mere sighs of ribbon softness against each other, and for a moment he held her poised above him.
He was overcome with emotion. A swelling sort. It happened often when they were together alone after such a long time of waiting. Always he would wonder what force in the world blessed him with her, her gentleness, her sweet care and whole attention. He was never prepared when his mind would finally register her nearness and the nervous, trusting look of her dewy eyes as he was about to enter her.
She recognized the look on his face and heard the distinct, subtle swallow followed by the bobbing of his Adam's apple, and her expression softened to a heartbreaking point. Of course he was considering her. He'd never ceased to do so before. Slowly, ever so slowly, she brought her lips to delicately kiss the thin lids of his eyes, tangling her fingers in his long hair.
With a light breath, she whispered, "I love you."
And then, seconds later, a shaky hiss passed from her lips. He lowered her down slowly, savouring each delectable millimetre and each tremble from her slick inner walls, his low exhale joining her gentle mewling until she was full with him, full of him, full of love.
"Love you," he said roughly, arching himself up to claim her lips and deep inside her, she felt him twitch in pleasure, buried to his hilt. They stayed like this for a long while, warm, connected, touching, feeling.
"Mmm," she smiled into his lips, responding warmly to his tender kiss. "That feels..."
"Wonderful," he finished for her, and then, they began in earnest.
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