KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
The sound that breaks through her breath and trembles into the back of his throat is all the encouragement he needs, his thumb striving to pull more from her yet, always ravenous for the song of her surrender. Though the way her body kicks without her consent, hips tipping too instantly to be backed by thought, that summons his gluttony.
His arousal flares through the bond with a sunset's rust, blooming bright and vast. It echoes as a twitch along the length of his cock, as if the rise of her want is pulled through his, yanking it up with her. He groans in response, both approval and ache, which he drags across her lower lip with the scrape of his teeth. All the while, the color of her desire has been burning, each spill of it over to him darker than the one before. Yet he's still easily engulfed by the heavy smoke of her voice in his head, and the lick of flame that catches off her hand as it slips to his waistband, that tears into him with such a voracious heat that every last modicum of control turns to ash.
He rises to the challenge of her want with all the absurdity her demand deserves. I'll fuck you so well that divorce will never be an option. Beneath the violent glow of their want, affection surges like something else that means to catch ablaze. He loves that she can be ridiculous and earnest in the same breath, that she can make him laugh while simultaneously leaving him without a single coherent thought to answer her with.
The hand that's been rolling against her clit now cups her, palm pressing down on what he's just left teased, fingers curling against her ass. He palms her up and onto his chest with an effortless maneuver, aided by the water. His other hand impatiently yanks his shorts down, feet kicking them free the rest of the way. Her bottoms aren't so fortunate, remaining in his haste to save their marriage, though he wrenches them to one side as he seats her back down upon the full length of him. All the while he's been furiously keeping her mouth busy with his, knowing no other way to love her except tremendously.
As he buries every inch inside her that she worked up, he has to tilt his head away to drag in a ragged, shuddering breath. You better hold on he warns with a low flicker of thought, just before drawing back what he's just given her, hips returning it in full with a quick snap that he soon repeats, afforded more breadth to work than usual since the water helps keep her up off him. Though the same wet hands try to hold onto him too, he's driving into the bottom of the pool with his heels, and he'll jostle her right out of the water if she doesn't grab hold of the ledge.
His arousal flares through the bond with a sunset's rust, blooming bright and vast. It echoes as a twitch along the length of his cock, as if the rise of her want is pulled through his, yanking it up with her. He groans in response, both approval and ache, which he drags across her lower lip with the scrape of his teeth. All the while, the color of her desire has been burning, each spill of it over to him darker than the one before. Yet he's still easily engulfed by the heavy smoke of her voice in his head, and the lick of flame that catches off her hand as it slips to his waistband, that tears into him with such a voracious heat that every last modicum of control turns to ash.
He rises to the challenge of her want with all the absurdity her demand deserves. I'll fuck you so well that divorce will never be an option. Beneath the violent glow of their want, affection surges like something else that means to catch ablaze. He loves that she can be ridiculous and earnest in the same breath, that she can make him laugh while simultaneously leaving him without a single coherent thought to answer her with.
The hand that's been rolling against her clit now cups her, palm pressing down on what he's just left teased, fingers curling against her ass. He palms her up and onto his chest with an effortless maneuver, aided by the water. His other hand impatiently yanks his shorts down, feet kicking them free the rest of the way. Her bottoms aren't so fortunate, remaining in his haste to save their marriage, though he wrenches them to one side as he seats her back down upon the full length of him. All the while he's been furiously keeping her mouth busy with his, knowing no other way to love her except tremendously.
As he buries every inch inside her that she worked up, he has to tilt his head away to drag in a ragged, shuddering breath. You better hold on he warns with a low flicker of thought, just before drawing back what he's just given her, hips returning it in full with a quick snap that he soon repeats, afforded more breadth to work than usual since the water helps keep her up off him. Though the same wet hands try to hold onto him too, he's driving into the bottom of the pool with his heels, and he'll jostle her right out of the water if she doesn't grab hold of the ledge.
Pain is what you desire
So, you wanna be immortal?
So, you wanna be immortal?
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
