we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora exhales sharply, rolling her eyes in playful exasperation. "My first time wearing a cock, not my first time having sex," she quips, voice dripping with amusement as he guides them toward the bed. "Honestly, how hard could it be?" Winkwonk.
But the teasing fades into something sharper, hungrier, when he tugs the cord, and the drape falls away to reveal the mirror. Oh.
Her breath hitches slightly as she takes in the way Danta watches her through it; while she'd long ago forgone stretching out her body or emphasizing her curves for Jack's approval, Flora takes full advantage of the fact that the Maverick is limited to what he sees and hears. A pleased hum vibrates in her throat, her lips curving into a wicked grin as she trails her fingers up the lean muscles of her stomach before cupping her breasts against her palms. "Now, this is more like it," she purrs, eyes gleaming as she sweeps her gaze over his reflection. A window full of people watching might be better, but this? This will certainly do.
As Danta braces himself against the headboard, Flora moves smoothly onto her knees behind him, her hands trailing over the firm muscles of his back. She lets her nails scrape lightly down the channel of his spine, slow and teasing. The strap-on, still slick from earlier, presses against her palm as she grips it, adjusting her hold before teasing the head of it against him.
One hand grips his hip, fingers firm against the curve of his waist, her nails biting just enough to be felt. In the mirror, her gaze locks onto his, heavy-lidded, her lips parted ever so slightly. "Ready?"
But the teasing fades into something sharper, hungrier, when he tugs the cord, and the drape falls away to reveal the mirror. Oh.
Her breath hitches slightly as she takes in the way Danta watches her through it; while she'd long ago forgone stretching out her body or emphasizing her curves for Jack's approval, Flora takes full advantage of the fact that the Maverick is limited to what he sees and hears. A pleased hum vibrates in her throat, her lips curving into a wicked grin as she trails her fingers up the lean muscles of her stomach before cupping her breasts against her palms. "Now, this is more like it," she purrs, eyes gleaming as she sweeps her gaze over his reflection. A window full of people watching might be better, but this? This will certainly do.
As Danta braces himself against the headboard, Flora moves smoothly onto her knees behind him, her hands trailing over the firm muscles of his back. She lets her nails scrape lightly down the channel of his spine, slow and teasing. The strap-on, still slick from earlier, presses against her palm as she grips it, adjusting her hold before teasing the head of it against him.
One hand grips his hip, fingers firm against the curve of his waist, her nails biting just enough to be felt. In the mirror, her gaze locks onto his, heavy-lidded, her lips parted ever so slightly. "Ready?"
