flora
Holding her breath—there's every chance she's about to be electrocuted after all—as Jack's finger sparks over her nipple, Flora's lips pull back in what might mistakenly been interpreted as a wince were it not immediately followed up by a needy moan of approval or the sheet lightning that flashed out behind her closed eyes. "Fuck—" The word is wrapped up in a smile as Flora cracks open her eyes, glancing down at Jack and laughing out the breath she'd been holding.
They'd absolutely be practicing that later on, but selfishly all Flora wants is to sink into the pleasure Jack was already well on his way to coaxing into a frenzy, and for once she isn't worried about whether or not that was alright.
Tangling her fingers into his dark hair, Flora allows herself one last lingering look at him down the length of her belly before closing her eyes and pressing her head back against the wall. In the darkness of his mind, the movements of his tongue painted decadent blood-red roses that pulsed with every flick, their afterimages bleeding away and leaving a maroon mist in their wake that settled deep down into her core where fingers of fire were already stretching their way through her.
They'd absolutely be practicing that later on, but selfishly all Flora wants is to sink into the pleasure Jack was already well on his way to coaxing into a frenzy, and for once she isn't worried about whether or not that was alright.
Tangling her fingers into his dark hair, Flora allows herself one last lingering look at him down the length of her belly before closing her eyes and pressing her head back against the wall. In the darkness of his mind, the movements of his tongue painted decadent blood-red roses that pulsed with every flick, their afterimages bleeding away and leaving a maroon mist in their wake that settled deep down into her core where fingers of fire were already stretching their way through her.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
