flora
"—jack—" The first flicker of his tongue has fire burning up the back of Flora's throat such that it's all she can do to rasp out his name before clenching her teeth. Arching her back and tightening the muscles of her thighs to drag him even closer, already the queen's stuttered breaths indicate that she's not just close, but close. "—gods, jack—" The moan is small, as if having had to fit itself between the spaces in her teeth given the way her jaw kept clenching and unclenching.
Memories of joy and laughter that had filled her fit to burst when last the two were together tried to part the maroon curtain of her mind with little success. Though something flickered in Flora's chest as a result, wisely her mind focused only on the flicker of Jack's tongue between her thighs and the sound the lace had made when he'd torn it off of her.
Releasing her hand from his hair as she felt the welcome fingers of her orgasm grating down from her shoulder blades to the backs of her thighs, Flora pressed her thumb against the mark Jack had made on her inner thigh. The pain was dull and far away, but it sparked something monumental in her thoughts that had her climax crashing down on her hard and fast rather than dragging her toward some precipice only to let her flow off of it. Crying out, Flora half sat up as her muscles coiled and her legs shook, her eyes wide and her lips parted wide in a silent scream. Breathless and whimpering as if on the verge of tears despite being far from it, the queen collapsed bonelessly onto the desk as her body continued to shiver and tense with the aftershocks that bathed her mind in tones of magenta and violet.
Memories of joy and laughter that had filled her fit to burst when last the two were together tried to part the maroon curtain of her mind with little success. Though something flickered in Flora's chest as a result, wisely her mind focused only on the flicker of Jack's tongue between her thighs and the sound the lace had made when he'd torn it off of her.
Releasing her hand from his hair as she felt the welcome fingers of her orgasm grating down from her shoulder blades to the backs of her thighs, Flora pressed her thumb against the mark Jack had made on her inner thigh. The pain was dull and far away, but it sparked something monumental in her thoughts that had her climax crashing down on her hard and fast rather than dragging her toward some precipice only to let her flow off of it. Crying out, Flora half sat up as her muscles coiled and her legs shook, her eyes wide and her lips parted wide in a silent scream. Breathless and whimpering as if on the verge of tears despite being far from it, the queen collapsed bonelessly onto the desk as her body continued to shiver and tense with the aftershocks that bathed her mind in tones of magenta and violet.
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
