flora
Twisting her shoulders and straining against his hand, partially to remind Jack of how wonderfully gravity-defying her breasts were and partially to test and tease against his grip, Flora's lashes flutter over her eyes in order to blink herself back into the moment. There were some moments she allowed her eyes to slip close so that she could taunt them both with the sorts of images she so often conjured in moments like these, but after having not had Jack for so long, there was nothing her imagination could concoct that was better than reality.
Jack's agreements are like a key working in a rusty lock that nevertheless releases with ease such that his demand is hardly necessary. No doubt Jack will disagree based on the way Flora's back arches off of the bed and a crimson wave of arousal surges through her in response to the words. Close as she the queen doesn't allow her fingers to move any faster, instead drawing out the slow expanding force of her orgasm almost to the point of pain, such is the tension that has her thighs trembling against Jack and her fingers tightly curling against his.
It's the rogue wave that sends Flora over the edge as the break in pace has her inhaling sharply; the careful and slow coaxing of her orgasm is suddenly all but bathed in fire and heat and need. Having had little time for no one fucks me like you do's or harder, harder, just like that's, hopefully, the way the Doubletake nearly screams Jack's name loud enough for those loitering nearby on the Ark to hear, will sufficiently soothe his ego. If not, she's always willing to try again.
Having not even touched herself since both she and Jack had died, as Flora's orgasm balloons through her every limb, leaving nothing behind but endless satisfaction and an expansiveness she couldn't put to name, she's left stuttering for breath as her body trembles and writhes beneath the captain's, needing for him to join her in the endlessness of freefall.
Jack's agreements are like a key working in a rusty lock that nevertheless releases with ease such that his demand is hardly necessary. No doubt Jack will disagree based on the way Flora's back arches off of the bed and a crimson wave of arousal surges through her in response to the words. Close as she the queen doesn't allow her fingers to move any faster, instead drawing out the slow expanding force of her orgasm almost to the point of pain, such is the tension that has her thighs trembling against Jack and her fingers tightly curling against his.
It's the rogue wave that sends Flora over the edge as the break in pace has her inhaling sharply; the careful and slow coaxing of her orgasm is suddenly all but bathed in fire and heat and need. Having had little time for no one fucks me like you do's or harder, harder, just like that's, hopefully, the way the Doubletake nearly screams Jack's name loud enough for those loitering nearby on the Ark to hear, will sufficiently soothe his ego. If not, she's always willing to try again.
Having not even touched herself since both she and Jack had died, as Flora's orgasm balloons through her every limb, leaving nothing behind but endless satisfaction and an expansiveness she couldn't put to name, she's left stuttering for breath as her body trembles and writhes beneath the captain's, needing for him to join her in the endlessness of freefall.
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?
