you look like my next mistake
Gasping at the feeling of his tongue suddenly pressed into her, Flora's fingers tighten in Jack's hair, (not that the captain needed any physical guidance from her), as her head tips back. With the thoughts she'd been posturing into his mind that evening, every movement of his tongue served only to stoke a fire that was well on its way to becoming an inferno before he'd pressed himself between her thighs. With his skillset added to the mix, the Doubletake already felt the shaky rise of her climax building up the back of her legs and draining into her core like growing sands from an hourglass.
That the room is somewhat quieter than it was, both in sound and in texture, Flora absolutely chalks up to her own mental acuity rather than any dampening on Jack's part. It makes her feel powerful and like the sort of asset that the captain needed rather than simply just fucked. If it was all a lie, it wasn't one Flora's mind was capable of working out at the moment such that the lurid red of her thoughts became gilded with gold as she moaned Jack's name.
"Gods, yes." She cries out, without reservation. Feeling her leg begin to tremble, Flora used the room to her advantage by conjuring a leather chaise directly behind her, perfectly positioned, that she might simply lean her weight back against it.
That the room is somewhat quieter than it was, both in sound and in texture, Flora absolutely chalks up to her own mental acuity rather than any dampening on Jack's part. It makes her feel powerful and like the sort of asset that the captain needed rather than simply just fucked. If it was all a lie, it wasn't one Flora's mind was capable of working out at the moment such that the lurid red of her thoughts became gilded with gold as she moaned Jack's name.
"Gods, yes." She cries out, without reservation. Feeling her leg begin to tremble, Flora used the room to her advantage by conjuring a leather chaise directly behind her, perfectly positioned, that she might simply lean her weight back against it.
