we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora grins at his challenge, aqua eyes gleaming with heat and something sharper—something distinctly competitive. Rolling her hips forward, she starts slow, adjusting her stance, testing the rhythm, before picking up speed, driving into him with a force that has her biting her lip to keep her exhales from growing too ragged. Despite how strong she is, how toned and honed her body has become, this is different; it’s work. Within moments, she can feel the burn in her lower back and thighs, an ache that speaks to the unfamiliarity of the position, to the different muscles being pushed to their limit.
Not wanting to disappoint, Flora reaches forward, sliding her hands down Danta’s arms, dragging them from the headboard and guiding them back until his wrists are linked behind him almost as if she planned on cuffing him that way. Grasping his lower arms firmly, she pulls, using the leverage to thrust into him harder, sharper, rolling her hips in a way that forces him to take all of her without her having to push herself forward.
She catches his gaze in the mirror, her grin wicked and knowing as she tilts her head. "Oh," she croons, faux innocence dripping from her voice as she lifts her chin as if to emphasize the clear view he'll have of her breasts in the mirror. "Guess that means you can’t touch yourself this way." Her fingers tighten around his wrists, in a silent, playful taunt as she jerks him back onto the cock he'd chosen and begins to fuck him anew.
Not wanting to disappoint, Flora reaches forward, sliding her hands down Danta’s arms, dragging them from the headboard and guiding them back until his wrists are linked behind him almost as if she planned on cuffing him that way. Grasping his lower arms firmly, she pulls, using the leverage to thrust into him harder, sharper, rolling her hips in a way that forces him to take all of her without her having to push herself forward.
She catches his gaze in the mirror, her grin wicked and knowing as she tilts her head. "Oh," she croons, faux innocence dripping from her voice as she lifts her chin as if to emphasize the clear view he'll have of her breasts in the mirror. "Guess that means you can’t touch yourself this way." Her fingers tighten around his wrists, in a silent, playful taunt as she jerks him back onto the cock he'd chosen and begins to fuck him anew.
