you look like my next mistake
Having experienced enough of what it was like to have sex with other people, Flora could attest to there being something charming in youthful fumbling and the sweetness that came from inexperience. She could also attest to the inclination to fake things to please someone else, or simply to get things over with quicker. So it wasn't just that Jack knew how to make her feel good, it was that her feeling good was all that seemed to matter. Once Flora got over the ingrained idea that focusing on her pleasure was selfish, the rest came easily. (As would she).
For once Flora didn't need to supplement the moment with lurid tableaus that existed only in her mind in order to help bring her to orgasm, nor was she even inclined to line the room with mirrors to see just how perfectly Jack was fucking her. It wasn't about how it looked, but how it felt, and as Flora closed her eyes and sunk into the sensations, she was amazed at just how immense her own feelings could be on their own. So it was that Jack would be treated to pure and unrefined emotion from the Doubletake, stripped entirely of her usual mental ornamentation.
Pulling at his hair, Flora's free hand moved to her own throat, blanketing his hand and squeezing. Her second orgasm rose from the embers of the fire, roaring to life in a way that had the Doubletake's body shaky with needy anticipation before it had even begun to nip at her toes. As it rose her moans were strangled by the fingers around her throat, though it was still Jack's name that her thoughts painted in mile-high cursive letters.
For once Flora didn't need to supplement the moment with lurid tableaus that existed only in her mind in order to help bring her to orgasm, nor was she even inclined to line the room with mirrors to see just how perfectly Jack was fucking her. It wasn't about how it looked, but how it felt, and as Flora closed her eyes and sunk into the sensations, she was amazed at just how immense her own feelings could be on their own. So it was that Jack would be treated to pure and unrefined emotion from the Doubletake, stripped entirely of her usual mental ornamentation.
Pulling at his hair, Flora's free hand moved to her own throat, blanketing his hand and squeezing. Her second orgasm rose from the embers of the fire, roaring to life in a way that had the Doubletake's body shaky with needy anticipation before it had even begun to nip at her toes. As it rose her moans were strangled by the fingers around her throat, though it was still Jack's name that her thoughts painted in mile-high cursive letters.
