flora
Rarely one to be lazy in bed, and while missionary might not normally be one of their goto positions, given the ordeal of the past few days, there's something wildly comforting and deeply satisfying about the rise and fall of Jack's hips as his body continues to pin hers beneath him. Where magic had kept her imprisoned in this bed for gods knew how long, now that it was Jack doing it, Flora was able to take pleasure in the feeling of being restricted as she was normally wont to do.
"Have me," she purrs into his dark hair, her wicked encouragement colouring her thoughts a deep ruby that reflected the growing flames threatening to grow wild in her belly. "Have me like I'm yours." If she couldn't be safe in her own childhood home, if she couldn't trust her own family, what she could be—and what she wanted to be now more than ever—was Jack's.
Reluctantly releasing her hold of him in order to slide her hand down her stomach and between her thighs, the first brush of her fingertip against her clit had the fires in Flora's belly exploding outward. Tensing her thighs as if to capture the sensation, the queen hissed out Jack's name as her hips scooped upward, her heels against his lower back growing insistent rather than merely following his rhythm. "Like.." Hiccuping out a sudden moan as her fingers began to roll faster and faster over her clit, Flora felt her eyes beginning to roll back into her head as star-bright pins and needles began to nip at her feet heralding the slow surge of her orgasm. "..like you love me."
"Have me," she purrs into his dark hair, her wicked encouragement colouring her thoughts a deep ruby that reflected the growing flames threatening to grow wild in her belly. "Have me like I'm yours." If she couldn't be safe in her own childhood home, if she couldn't trust her own family, what she could be—and what she wanted to be now more than ever—was Jack's.
Reluctantly releasing her hold of him in order to slide her hand down her stomach and between her thighs, the first brush of her fingertip against her clit had the fires in Flora's belly exploding outward. Tensing her thighs as if to capture the sensation, the queen hissed out Jack's name as her hips scooped upward, her heels against his lower back growing insistent rather than merely following his rhythm. "Like.." Hiccuping out a sudden moan as her fingers began to roll faster and faster over her clit, Flora felt her eyes beginning to roll back into her head as star-bright pins and needles began to nip at her feet heralding the slow surge of her orgasm. "..like you love me."
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
