it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Jack's request reverberated through her consciousness. Her breath shuddered out, raw and hungry, fingers tightening in his hair as she leaned back, arching until she seemed suspended purely by starlight. And then the ship, the railing, even the ocean itself melted away—leaving only an endless expanse of cosmic darkness, glittering violently around them.
"You want to see?" she whispered roughly, each syllable edged with a molten challenge, her thighs pressing tighter against his shoulders as galaxies spiraled hungrily through her mind, heat surging between their linked thoughts. "Come here, then." Jack would feel phantom fingers close firmly around his cock; every blazing star in her consciousness shuddered with the sensation, igniting and pulsing in time with the slow, firm strokes of her fingers. Her phantom grip tightened, sliding with torturously deliberate slowness down the heated length of him, drawing out the sensation as stars trembled and shivered in tandem, burning fiercely with the echo of his desire. Each teasing, purposeful stroke revealed another nebula unfurling, another star system catching fire—galaxies of need and want, spinning on the edge of collapse.
"Come here—" The phantom touch became an insistent tug as lilac clouds filled the spaces beneath Jack's knees and around Safrin's body. "—and I'll show you everything."
"You want to see?" she whispered roughly, each syllable edged with a molten challenge, her thighs pressing tighter against his shoulders as galaxies spiraled hungrily through her mind, heat surging between their linked thoughts. "Come here, then." Jack would feel phantom fingers close firmly around his cock; every blazing star in her consciousness shuddered with the sensation, igniting and pulsing in time with the slow, firm strokes of her fingers. Her phantom grip tightened, sliding with torturously deliberate slowness down the heated length of him, drawing out the sensation as stars trembled and shivered in tandem, burning fiercely with the echo of his desire. Each teasing, purposeful stroke revealed another nebula unfurling, another star system catching fire—galaxies of need and want, spinning on the edge of collapse.
"Come here—" The phantom touch became an insistent tug as lilac clouds filled the spaces beneath Jack's knees and around Safrin's body. "—and I'll show you everything."
'till you do. 'till it's true.
