suddenly i'm spinning like a ceiling fan, around and 'round we go
If he asked, the only comment he’d be receiving is it’s Torchline, baby, because if there was one place it didn’t seem to matter when and where, it was here. And while she could have had a bit more tact, he’d left her waiting, so why not embrace the moment in its entirety, where she can reap the reward of his ultimate attention. So she’s malleable as he shifts and adjusts her, curved against him while also leaned back enough to free his hand.
The slip of the golden dress she wears is not difficult at all to tug the neckline down, and it still clings to the rest of her curves as he reveals her, humming a chimed but gentle note of encouragement as the warmth of his tongue teases against her dusty nipple, need and desire wrapped up into the pace of an all consuming fire.
She can’t help the breathy laugh that escapes her, head tossed back as golden curls spill down her spine. It’s a laugh that breaks off into a beautiful sound of “yeah, Kai?” breathed out in a moan, his name on her lips, honey to pour down his throat so she can get what she wants. And gods if she doesn’t get it, if he doesn’t provide her with it, the feel of his fingers as they slip into her, a mere promise of what he has to offer before he’s withdrawing.
And it’s with amber eyes of desire that she tilts her head back, watching him as he lifts his fingers to his lips, getting a taste with a handsomely wicked smile that graces his face at the result. Her own is coy as it is sultry, the splotches of her flush leaving her skin pink and bright in the moonlight, but it’s her eyes that are dark with desire, about to test him with a roll of her hips against the hard desire she can feel restrained in the short shorts he wears, when he beats her to it. His thumb presses against her clit and, not unlike a livewire, does she roll into the deliberate circles he traces, forced to bite down on her lower lip lest she let this entire portion of Haulani know what he was doing to her.
Instead, she whines through her nose, a needy sound that has her pitching forward – not for a kiss, even if it seems like it at first – but to aim for the side of his head, to trail her lips and light nibbles against his ear when she speaks in a low, honeyed voice. “You’d better decide now if you’re gonna fuck me on this table or if y’want a more respectable place.”
The slip of the golden dress she wears is not difficult at all to tug the neckline down, and it still clings to the rest of her curves as he reveals her, humming a chimed but gentle note of encouragement as the warmth of his tongue teases against her dusty nipple, need and desire wrapped up into the pace of an all consuming fire.
She can’t help the breathy laugh that escapes her, head tossed back as golden curls spill down her spine. It’s a laugh that breaks off into a beautiful sound of “yeah, Kai?” breathed out in a moan, his name on her lips, honey to pour down his throat so she can get what she wants. And gods if she doesn’t get it, if he doesn’t provide her with it, the feel of his fingers as they slip into her, a mere promise of what he has to offer before he’s withdrawing.
And it’s with amber eyes of desire that she tilts her head back, watching him as he lifts his fingers to his lips, getting a taste with a handsomely wicked smile that graces his face at the result. Her own is coy as it is sultry, the splotches of her flush leaving her skin pink and bright in the moonlight, but it’s her eyes that are dark with desire, about to test him with a roll of her hips against the hard desire she can feel restrained in the short shorts he wears, when he beats her to it. His thumb presses against her clit and, not unlike a livewire, does she roll into the deliberate circles he traces, forced to bite down on her lower lip lest she let this entire portion of Haulani know what he was doing to her.
Instead, she whines through her nose, a needy sound that has her pitching forward – not for a kiss, even if it seems like it at first – but to aim for the side of his head, to trail her lips and light nibbles against his ear when she speaks in a low, honeyed voice. “You’d better decide now if you’re gonna fuck me on this table or if y’want a more respectable place.”
Calypso
suddenly i will never be alone
