[SE] petrichor

KIADA

burn it into my collar, hollowed onto your wrist

The softness of his lips on her cold thighs and the way her name on his tongue drips off with an underlying rumble has her nearly shivering with anticipation. Her fingers thread through his damp hair again, even as he raises after she’s stepped out of the rest of her clothes, has her easily looping her arms around his neck to press her body against his the second after he’s tested the water.

She doesn’t notice the steam either, not as her fingertips smooth down the back of his neck and top of his shoulders as far as she can reach, diving into the kiss as his arms slip around her, letting a gentle little sound escape her as his kisses grow hungrier and passionate. The kiss breaks for him to speak and for her to gasp a breath, pressing her face in against the side of his head to press her lips to his jaw, then to his neck as she drags her nails along his shoulder. His admission does wonders in giving her a shiver down her spine alongside a distinct slickness between her thighs. “Take me.” She breathes against him, teeth scraping along the skin at his neck, her body pressing even more against him like she's trying to become one with him.

heaven knows i don't follow, but i believe in this