Koa
Don't take this the wrong way
You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you
The taste in her mouth is lime and tequila, sharp and bright and heady and enticing, leaving him dizzy and desperate for another shot. You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you
He takes the arching of her back as tacit invitation, gripping thighs between his hands and lifting her up to perch on his hips, a queen upon the throne of his desire. Her skirt rides up, exposing bare skin that Koa presses his fingers into, his grasp upon her strong and firm as his body rolls into hers. He lets his lips trail from her mouth and over the angle of her jaw, down into the curve of her neck, each kiss a sighed release of the desire he's pent up for so long.
"Tell me what you want." It's a vibratory rumble against her skin, punctuated by the pressure of his hips, the teasing squeezing of his hands. "Anything you want, it's yours." A dangerous promise, and one that his northbound head would scream at him for daring to make, but he's not listening to his brain just now. He's listening to Sohalia, paying attention to the tiny gasps and gulps, the shifts in her breathing, the ache and need in her voice. It's the music he dances to, the drug he craves - to be wanted, and to want, and to give, and to have.
Only blue or black days
Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose
Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose
