suddenly i'm spinning like a ceiling fan, around and 'round we go
She needs this, she needs him to take her, and its with all of those thoughts cresting into a bubble of need and desire, of guiding him where she can and letting him take the reins that Caly feels electric. Like each movement and jostle, jump of his hips, twitch of his cock, ignites her again and again. She’s alive, ripe and ready for the taking, for whatever conquest this Dragoon has taken part in.
And gods is it worth every excruciatingly long second.
Her lips part when his ragged voice reaches her, ready to offer some witty quip in response when he gives her exactly what she’s been asking for. He sinks into her and she moans a beautiful sound, unashamed, tightening around him as he finds a rhythm to suit the both of them. His hand at her breast only sparks more flares of desire, her head tilting enough that if he wanted to claim a space along her golden skin that she wouldn’t stop him. She wants all of him, marks, teeth, pinches, everything. And he provides beautifully.
Caly’s hips move enough to rock with him, to drive him deeper until her moans pitch higher, her heel driving into Kaisel’s lower back to keep him close. “Gods, Kaisel—” His name spills from her lips like a prayer, like worship as he fucks her. “Faster.” It drops like a plea, like each and every single thing he’s done so far since making it up to her has been exactly what the attuned had been hoping for. If there was a test he was trying to pass, Caly can assure him that he has.
And gods is it worth every excruciatingly long second.
Her lips part when his ragged voice reaches her, ready to offer some witty quip in response when he gives her exactly what she’s been asking for. He sinks into her and she moans a beautiful sound, unashamed, tightening around him as he finds a rhythm to suit the both of them. His hand at her breast only sparks more flares of desire, her head tilting enough that if he wanted to claim a space along her golden skin that she wouldn’t stop him. She wants all of him, marks, teeth, pinches, everything. And he provides beautifully.
Caly’s hips move enough to rock with him, to drive him deeper until her moans pitch higher, her heel driving into Kaisel’s lower back to keep him close. “Gods, Kaisel—” His name spills from her lips like a prayer, like worship as he fucks her. “Faster.” It drops like a plea, like each and every single thing he’s done so far since making it up to her has been exactly what the attuned had been hoping for. If there was a test he was trying to pass, Caly can assure him that he has.
Calypso
suddenly i will never be alone
