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Every press of his lips has her breath catching in her throat and while she's vaguely aware that being quiet is likely in their best interest, the consequences of not seem so terribly far away as to hardly even matter. Fumbling to set her wine glass down on the ledge, as soon as it's out of her hand, Flora takes full advantage of her newfound freedom by greedily tugging at the bottom of Koa's cream shirt before slipping her hand up and beneath it. Moaning at the feel of him, the architecture of his body seeming to grow ever more defined with each exploratory pass, Flora's nails scratch up the channel of his spine, her mind unable to think of anything other than how fucking hot he was.
It's a delicate balance that Flora isn't good at maintaining, between wanting to grind her body against Koa's but also making space for his hand to sink down between her thighs. A frustrated moans slip past her lips as Koa's hips press firmly against her own and she feels a flash of heat between her thighs in response to the hard length of him.
"—fuck." Gasping sharply as his thumb brushes against her clit just as his teeth nip at her earlobe; the contrast of his too-soft thumb and wonderfully sharp teeth sending a shiver down her spine. Unable to help herself, the queen's leg rises from where it had tangled around Koa's, her calf now nearly around his waist as she presses her hips forward. "Touch me," she invites as if the spreading her legs hadn't been invitation enough. "I'm so wet. Touch me." Much as every part of her is crying out for his cock to fill her up—for him to fuck her the way Sabrina Carpenter Outros always talk about—she knows they'll both find something deliciously satisfying in the slow press of the dragoon's finger inside of her.
It's a delicate balance that Flora isn't good at maintaining, between wanting to grind her body against Koa's but also making space for his hand to sink down between her thighs. A frustrated moans slip past her lips as Koa's hips press firmly against her own and she feels a flash of heat between her thighs in response to the hard length of him.
"—fuck." Gasping sharply as his thumb brushes against her clit just as his teeth nip at her earlobe; the contrast of his too-soft thumb and wonderfully sharp teeth sending a shiver down her spine. Unable to help herself, the queen's leg rises from where it had tangled around Koa's, her calf now nearly around his waist as she presses her hips forward. "Touch me," she invites as if the spreading her legs hadn't been invitation enough. "I'm so wet. Touch me." Much as every part of her is crying out for his cock to fill her up—for him to fuck her the way Sabrina Carpenter Outros always talk about—she knows they'll both find something deliciously satisfying in the slow press of the dragoon's finger inside of her.
