candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
It's quite possible that only a telepath could so perfectly walk the line between pain and pleasure such that Jack's touches never strayed too far into the former that it snapped Flora out of the moment. Gods help her if they were ever to break up because there'd never be anyone again who could touch her quite the way he did; who could let his ministrations stray just far enough to create tension before pulling back before anything should break.
The sound of tearing lace has a shiver racing up Flora's spine where it spiderwebs out in ruby red strands her thoughts, her mind torn between the delicate sensation and the hard length of Jack's cock now pressing firmly against her. Biting at her lower lip to see and feel her finger disappear into the captain's mouth, the curl of his tongue around her finger has Flora tilting her hips forward and pressing down in a fruitless effort to mimic the feeling between her legs. Feeling her cheeks flush as a new plume of heat licks up through her belly, it's only because she'd quite like to hear the captain's voice become strained with desire that she resists the urge to grab his cock and thrust herself upon it.
Instead, though she raises herself up slightly, it isn't enough to uncage Jack's length from where it's currently pinned between her body and his, and despite the way she lets her hips continue to slide forward and back, she stops teasingly close to the head of his cock before sinking back again.
The sound of tearing lace has a shiver racing up Flora's spine where it spiderwebs out in ruby red strands her thoughts, her mind torn between the delicate sensation and the hard length of Jack's cock now pressing firmly against her. Biting at her lower lip to see and feel her finger disappear into the captain's mouth, the curl of his tongue around her finger has Flora tilting her hips forward and pressing down in a fruitless effort to mimic the feeling between her legs. Feeling her cheeks flush as a new plume of heat licks up through her belly, it's only because she'd quite like to hear the captain's voice become strained with desire that she resists the urge to grab his cock and thrust herself upon it.
Instead, though she raises herself up slightly, it isn't enough to uncage Jack's length from where it's currently pinned between her body and his, and despite the way she lets her hips continue to slide forward and back, she stops teasingly close to the head of his cock before sinking back again.
