flora
"Ahh—" The surprising shock of his fingers against her thighs has Flora momentarily flinching away from him, though there's only so far she can reasonably go. Quickly, the heat that the static whispers of pain have caused usurp any further instinctive reactions her body might have as she suddenly craves to feel the needle-bright press of his fingertips against her again and "again." She pants into his hair, her legs coiled around his waist, the muscles clenching with everything thrust of his hips that he might fuck her that much harder.
"Yours." Said like it was a release more than a vow or a declaration, no sooner had the word left her lips than Flora felt her fingers forcing their way down between their bodies; a feat made a touch easier given the sheen of sweat coating them both. "gods, yours, jack—" With hardly any pressure at all from her fingers the Doubletake felt her body respond as if she hadn't been touched in months rather than being on her third orgasm of the day. With a sudden roaring pressure that exploded up from her core, Jack's thrusts sent tendrils of fire out across her thighs and up the taut muscles of her stomach. "—jack—" His name was a scream in her mind but her lips managed a whimper at best before her the roll of her fingers and the buck of his hips had the Doubletake cumming hard. With her nails biting into his shoulder and her body writhing like a livewire against his, when Flora was finally able to properly cry out the captain's name, it was only because it felt as if his final thrust had exploded something deep inside of her body that allowed her to do so.
"Yours." Said like it was a release more than a vow or a declaration, no sooner had the word left her lips than Flora felt her fingers forcing their way down between their bodies; a feat made a touch easier given the sheen of sweat coating them both. "gods, yours, jack—" With hardly any pressure at all from her fingers the Doubletake felt her body respond as if she hadn't been touched in months rather than being on her third orgasm of the day. With a sudden roaring pressure that exploded up from her core, Jack's thrusts sent tendrils of fire out across her thighs and up the taut muscles of her stomach. "—jack—" His name was a scream in her mind but her lips managed a whimper at best before her the roll of her fingers and the buck of his hips had the Doubletake cumming hard. With her nails biting into his shoulder and her body writhing like a livewire against his, when Flora was finally able to properly cry out the captain's name, it was only because it felt as if his final thrust had exploded something deep inside of her body that allowed her to do so.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
