it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Safrin’s laugh was a silken purr, full of starlight and hunger as Jack filled her in a single, powerful stroke. Stars exploded behind her eyelids, the cosmos rippling and surging in her thoughts as she grasped at his shoulders, nails digging crescents of heat into his skin. In a breathless instant, the vast nothingness beneath them spun and shifted, space itself tilting and rolling at her whim, sending them spiralling weightlessly in the void.
"Promise," she gasped against his mouth, her voice a velvet whisper that resonated through his bones. Legs tightening around his waist, she guided their movements, rolling and shifting as easily as if gravity itself was a plaything, letting the captain thrust into her as deeply and greedily as he wished. Every delicious plunge of his cock coaxed a galaxy into violent, radiant bloom, pleasure pulsing through her veins with the heat of supernovas bursting and reforming in glittering, cosmic storms.
Safrin’s nails trailed down Jack’s back, her hips rising eagerly to meet his as she pulled him impossibly deeper, welcoming each thrust with breathless delight. In the nebulae of her mind, worlds shivered and shattered into fragments of pleasure, pulsing with her escalating arousal as she lost herself to the rhythm of his body. Each brush of their skin ignited solar flares, bright and searingly hot, her breath hitching with the promise of release that hung tantalizingly just out of reach.
Slowly, with a crooked smile, she rotated them in the weightlessness of her realm, settling herself atop him so that Jack was suspended beneath her in a universe of her making, allowing him to see exactly what he had begged for. With hands braced upon his chest, she rocked deliberately, her hips rolling relentlessly, coaxing them both closer to the supernova she craved, while above and around them, galaxies bloomed and collapsed. If there were thoughts of anyone else in his mind Safrin burned them away with solar flares and left in their wake the promise of more if only Jack was brave enough to reach out and throw himself fully into her orbit.
"Promise," she gasped against his mouth, her voice a velvet whisper that resonated through his bones. Legs tightening around his waist, she guided their movements, rolling and shifting as easily as if gravity itself was a plaything, letting the captain thrust into her as deeply and greedily as he wished. Every delicious plunge of his cock coaxed a galaxy into violent, radiant bloom, pleasure pulsing through her veins with the heat of supernovas bursting and reforming in glittering, cosmic storms.
Safrin’s nails trailed down Jack’s back, her hips rising eagerly to meet his as she pulled him impossibly deeper, welcoming each thrust with breathless delight. In the nebulae of her mind, worlds shivered and shattered into fragments of pleasure, pulsing with her escalating arousal as she lost herself to the rhythm of his body. Each brush of their skin ignited solar flares, bright and searingly hot, her breath hitching with the promise of release that hung tantalizingly just out of reach.
Slowly, with a crooked smile, she rotated them in the weightlessness of her realm, settling herself atop him so that Jack was suspended beneath her in a universe of her making, allowing him to see exactly what he had begged for. With hands braced upon his chest, she rocked deliberately, her hips rolling relentlessly, coaxing them both closer to the supernova she craved, while above and around them, galaxies bloomed and collapsed. If there were thoughts of anyone else in his mind Safrin burned them away with solar flares and left in their wake the promise of more if only Jack was brave enough to reach out and throw himself fully into her orbit.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
