candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
"Guess that makes my job a whole lot easier then, huh?" Flora purrs, smirking. While she didn't know the origins of all of Jack's rings, she knew they all had some meaning or other that explained their permanence on his fingers such that if her generosity did continue, yes, she'd probably have to resort to other types of jewelry.
An admonishment for having not shut up as she'd requested—bossily or not—dies on Flora's lips as the callouses on Jack's fingers brush against her nipple. It sends a mirrored sensation tickling the bottom of her foot, against which she curls her toes beneath the sheets, her breath hitching softly. Leaning to the side in order to press her hip into Jack's hand, if the captain is at all inclined to hear the sound of cloth tearing, no doubt the delicate midnight blue lace that serves as the only barrier between them will do nicely.
Rolling her hips slowly again and again, wanting to feel him growing harder beneath her, Flora glides her fingers down the length of her stomach and then beneath the lip of her underwear, sliding them lower before pressing just one inside of herself. Exhaling a shivery breath as the heat which had pooled low in her belly now had her fingertip slick and wet, Flora met Jack's gaze as she let that same finger glide over her clit with a touch so light it had her own mind shivering with frustration.
An admonishment for having not shut up as she'd requested—bossily or not—dies on Flora's lips as the callouses on Jack's fingers brush against her nipple. It sends a mirrored sensation tickling the bottom of her foot, against which she curls her toes beneath the sheets, her breath hitching softly. Leaning to the side in order to press her hip into Jack's hand, if the captain is at all inclined to hear the sound of cloth tearing, no doubt the delicate midnight blue lace that serves as the only barrier between them will do nicely.
Rolling her hips slowly again and again, wanting to feel him growing harder beneath her, Flora glides her fingers down the length of her stomach and then beneath the lip of her underwear, sliding them lower before pressing just one inside of herself. Exhaling a shivery breath as the heat which had pooled low in her belly now had her fingertip slick and wet, Flora met Jack's gaze as she let that same finger glide over her clit with a touch so light it had her own mind shivering with frustration.
