candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Her toes curl as her feet twist against his calves; her body wanted nothing more than to thrust and grind, to tense every muscle and refuse to breathe until she came. Experience taught her that doing so would only cut short the rise of her climax, but gods if she didn't want to fight her way towards release just the same.
yes, look at me, Flora's mind sings out, and despite the ugly scars she now bears, the queen nevertheless stretches up from the waist, back arched and lips parted in a silent plea. "Don't just look-" Flora pants, her eyes hardly able to open but for the array of colours and sensations exploding in her mind. Reaching down she interrupts the movement of Jack's thumb against her clit, substituting her own fingers that his palm might wrap around the exposed skin of her throat that he'd revealed with the tug on her curls.
Leaning into the pressure, as Flora's fingers quicken their pace, so too does the roll of her hips become more relentless as she sacrifices the ability to lift herself almost all the way off his cock in lieu of quick and hard thrusts.
yes, look at me, Flora's mind sings out, and despite the ugly scars she now bears, the queen nevertheless stretches up from the waist, back arched and lips parted in a silent plea. "Don't just look-" Flora pants, her eyes hardly able to open but for the array of colours and sensations exploding in her mind. Reaching down she interrupts the movement of Jack's thumb against her clit, substituting her own fingers that his palm might wrap around the exposed skin of her throat that he'd revealed with the tug on her curls.
Leaning into the pressure, as Flora's fingers quicken their pace, so too does the roll of her hips become more relentless as she sacrifices the ability to lift herself almost all the way off his cock in lieu of quick and hard thrusts.
