flora
Heat shivered up through her core, coating the muscles of her stomach and thighs as they worked to roll her hips against him. You're mine echoes through her thoughts, parting her lips, her inhale shaky, the words hitting her with the same possessive force as they had the first time she'd heard him say them. "Again," Leaning forward to brace her palms against his chest, Flora lets her hips rise and fall, each thrust sending lightning-bright sparks up from her core where they caught on her teeth before slipping through her lips as stuttered moans.
Flora might have been the one in control, but gods if Jack wasn't going to be her undoing just the same. Biting at the inside of her cheek as the movement of the captain's hips struck a chord deep within, the queen gasps as the first flush of her climax begins to nip needily against her toes. Rather than riding him toward their inevitable end though, the queen forces herself up onto her knees, one hand now braced on the wall above Jack with the other slipping between her thighs to keep her orgasm close at hand.
Flora had said that she'd wanted Jack to beg, and while she knew he was more than capable of putting on a convincing performance, she also knew that the only way to make him mad with the sort of desire she was looking for, was to bring him along as she lost herself in the sorts of sensations that would be so close to enough, but not quite.
Positioned high enough above him that not even the arching of his back would do more than tease the head of his cock inside of her, Flora began to caress slow circles around her clit, beckoning the orgasm that the captain's cock had kindled to life into growing.
Flora might have been the one in control, but gods if Jack wasn't going to be her undoing just the same. Biting at the inside of her cheek as the movement of the captain's hips struck a chord deep within, the queen gasps as the first flush of her climax begins to nip needily against her toes. Rather than riding him toward their inevitable end though, the queen forces herself up onto her knees, one hand now braced on the wall above Jack with the other slipping between her thighs to keep her orgasm close at hand.
Flora had said that she'd wanted Jack to beg, and while she knew he was more than capable of putting on a convincing performance, she also knew that the only way to make him mad with the sort of desire she was looking for, was to bring him along as she lost herself in the sorts of sensations that would be so close to enough, but not quite.
Positioned high enough above him that not even the arching of his back would do more than tease the head of his cock inside of her, Flora began to caress slow circles around her clit, beckoning the orgasm that the captain's cock had kindled to life into growing.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
