your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Gods but he was pushing all of her buttons, and had she the ability to do so, she might have made some joke about sending him on scavenger hunts every morning if this was going to be the result. Alas, Flora's lips were twisted into a silent cry that felt fixed in place by pleasure rather than the cold, and despite the way her vocal cords produced a wide range of sounds, none of them came close to approximating words much less snarky remarks of approval.
Using her free hand to press against the ice in a rhythm directly opposite to Jack's, every time their hips met Flora felt something inside of her weakening, splintering. Between her legs her fingers worked to widen those gaps, pulling and tearing them apart for the captain to break through to the surge of pleasure just on the other side. "Gods, fuck me Jack." He was, and given the pace he'd set there likely wasn't much more he could do, but the words felt good on her lips and even better in her own ears.
"Jack—" Heat roared up from her core, dusting her chest and cheeks a dark pink, and sending flames through the ever-widening gaps in her resolve. "—gods, make me cum," pleading now, Flora sips in a hasty last breath as she feels the world beneath her feet begin to shift and sway. "—jack—" The edges of her vision turn red, and then gold, and then white as the world around her blurs away with the ballooning pressure of her orgasm.
"—ja—"
His name echoes across the bay, ricocheting off the ice before being swallowed by the freezing waters.
Using her free hand to press against the ice in a rhythm directly opposite to Jack's, every time their hips met Flora felt something inside of her weakening, splintering. Between her legs her fingers worked to widen those gaps, pulling and tearing them apart for the captain to break through to the surge of pleasure just on the other side. "Gods, fuck me Jack." He was, and given the pace he'd set there likely wasn't much more he could do, but the words felt good on her lips and even better in her own ears.
"Jack—" Heat roared up from her core, dusting her chest and cheeks a dark pink, and sending flames through the ever-widening gaps in her resolve. "—gods, make me cum," pleading now, Flora sips in a hasty last breath as she feels the world beneath her feet begin to shift and sway. "—jack—" The edges of her vision turn red, and then gold, and then white as the world around her blurs away with the ballooning pressure of her orgasm.
"—ja—"
His name echoes across the bay, ricocheting off the ice before being swallowed by the freezing waters.
