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For a moment she thinks he's going to say it—he's going to, and she's going to, but it's going to be a mess, and—her fingertips tighten where they've come to rest in the thicket of his dark hair, her breath stalled over her lips. "Don't say that." Flora whispers pleadingly, even as one of her ankles twines around the back of his calf to draw him against her. "Gods don't say that." The rush of heat his words inspire pools in her belly before blossoming lower. Already breathless, she can feel her pulse between her thighs now rather than drumming in her ears as all semblance of propriety threatens to leave her. "Because it's all I've been thinking about too." As soon as he'd come to stand behind her images of her dress hitched up over her waist and her underwear hastily pushed to the side had blotted out the enchanting landscape. The feel of his hands around her waist had made her want to feel them against her breasts, against the small of her back, against her ass as he adjusted her before thrusting himself inside.
It was a difficult thing to balance, both wanting a romantic evening while being unable to think about anything other than the sort of quick fuck that would probably satisfy them both but would hardly last more than a few minutes. Did doing it right mean trying to hide the fact that she thought the dragoon was impossibly handsome, and that she could hardly keep her hands let alone her thoughts off of him when he was as close to her as he was?
Her fingers clenched in his hair, tugging at the roots where the pain would be dull and hopefully pleasurable. "..it's been so long since I've felt you inside of me." She whispers, standing on her toes so that her lips would brush against Koa's ear and she wouldn't have to endure the molten copper of his stare that would surely be her undoing.
It was a difficult thing to balance, both wanting a romantic evening while being unable to think about anything other than the sort of quick fuck that would probably satisfy them both but would hardly last more than a few minutes. Did doing it right mean trying to hide the fact that she thought the dragoon was impossibly handsome, and that she could hardly keep her hands let alone her thoughts off of him when he was as close to her as he was?
Her fingers clenched in his hair, tugging at the roots where the pain would be dull and hopefully pleasurable. "..it's been so long since I've felt you inside of me." She whispers, standing on her toes so that her lips would brush against Koa's ear and she wouldn't have to endure the molten copper of his stare that would surely be her undoing.
