it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Safrin leaned forward with a sharp intake of breath, her head thrown back as Jack moved inside her, each demanding thrust fracturing stars and scattering constellations across her mind. Her hips rolled to match his rhythm, wild and insistent, the force of their connection igniting a trail of white-hot supernovae through her veins. With a sensual moan, she pressed her hands firmly against his chest, nails raking down skin as she rode him harder, chasing the edge of oblivion.
Her thoughts, spread open for Jack's mind to devour, surged and collapsed like celestial tides, swirling galaxies of molten starlight and cosmic dust spiralling in rhythm with his movements. Each thrust ignited meteor showers that raced through the vast expanse of her consciousness, fiery trails blazing into the darkness, promising release only if he was bold enough to reach for it. The Ark beneath them vanished entirely in her vision, replaced by endless expanses of velvet space and the pulsating, burning core of a galaxy trembling on the brink of existence.
Her legs tightened around his hips, urging him deeper, harder—desperate for the friction that could shatter the galaxies she held within her. Fingernails dug into his chest as Safrin clenched around him, the pleasure blazing white-hot, her voice a low, desperate whisper vibrating against his lips. "Take it, Jack," she urged breathlessly, her thoughts flooding into him as freely as everything she was opened to him.
Her thoughts, spread open for Jack's mind to devour, surged and collapsed like celestial tides, swirling galaxies of molten starlight and cosmic dust spiralling in rhythm with his movements. Each thrust ignited meteor showers that raced through the vast expanse of her consciousness, fiery trails blazing into the darkness, promising release only if he was bold enough to reach for it. The Ark beneath them vanished entirely in her vision, replaced by endless expanses of velvet space and the pulsating, burning core of a galaxy trembling on the brink of existence.
Her legs tightened around his hips, urging him deeper, harder—desperate for the friction that could shatter the galaxies she held within her. Fingernails dug into his chest as Safrin clenched around him, the pleasure blazing white-hot, her voice a low, desperate whisper vibrating against his lips. "Take it, Jack," she urged breathlessly, her thoughts flooding into him as freely as everything she was opened to him.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
