And it burns like a gin and I like it,
Their movements are symphony and synchrony, the violet push and pull of every movement like the lapping waves that shift the sands of her desire. It draws soft gasps and moans from her that she amplifies just for Pierce, thanking him for the effect he's having on her, for the pressure she feels everywhere. From the deep need in her core to the tightening of her chest to the crackling of her veins to the galaxy building in her skull, Thal basks in it all.
The feel of eyes draws only an inkling of her attention amidst the purple pleasure, her periphery heating and caressing their gazes like hot water trickling down her skin. She doesn't look away from Pierce - doesn't dare - but she angles her head back so they might see the ecstasy pulling at her features, letting them capture the hooded eyes and gasping breaths as he kisses and nips all the right places.
As he adjusts her higher - closer - Thal braces a single hand against the bar, the other wrapping around his shoulders to keep him pressed against her chest. She relishes the pure, incomparable strength that she feels in his fingers, the ones that shift her into the perfect position for him to reach even deeper, filling every thought and nerve with nothing but him and this new connection that floods the entirety of her existence.
Thal matches his increased pace, pressing into his thrusts like they might merge into one if she tries hard enough. Her breaths lose their weight, sacrificing it to the deity that's slowly growing in her core, dense and riotous in its hunger for more. "Yes - Pierce." His name is a reverent prayer on her lips, pleading and indulgent, hissing through her lips as she drags them aimlessly down his cheek, close enough for him to hear every drawn syllable and rasp of her tone. She can feel the way he's giving in, but she wants him to let go. She wants him to set aside the control and devour her. And she tries to tell him with the heat and press of her body, begging and enticing him to ruin her like no one else could.
The feel of eyes draws only an inkling of her attention amidst the purple pleasure, her periphery heating and caressing their gazes like hot water trickling down her skin. She doesn't look away from Pierce - doesn't dare - but she angles her head back so they might see the ecstasy pulling at her features, letting them capture the hooded eyes and gasping breaths as he kisses and nips all the right places.
As he adjusts her higher - closer - Thal braces a single hand against the bar, the other wrapping around his shoulders to keep him pressed against her chest. She relishes the pure, incomparable strength that she feels in his fingers, the ones that shift her into the perfect position for him to reach even deeper, filling every thought and nerve with nothing but him and this new connection that floods the entirety of her existence.
Thal matches his increased pace, pressing into his thrusts like they might merge into one if she tries hard enough. Her breaths lose their weight, sacrificing it to the deity that's slowly growing in her core, dense and riotous in its hunger for more. "Yes - Pierce." His name is a reverent prayer on her lips, pleading and indulgent, hissing through her lips as she drags them aimlessly down his cheek, close enough for him to hear every drawn syllable and rasp of her tone. She can feel the way he's giving in, but she wants him to let go. She wants him to set aside the control and devour her. And she tries to tell him with the heat and press of her body, begging and enticing him to ruin her like no one else could.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
