COLT
You put the cool in the breeze
You put the weak here in my knees
You put me right where I'm supposed to be
In your blue-eyed sea, and I wanna sail away
You put the weak here in my knees
You put me right where I'm supposed to be
In your blue-eyed sea, and I wanna sail away
The feel of his breath against her neck is almost too much, every sense frayed and gradually trying to reassemble under the stillness that captures them both. She doesn't stir though, just wraps her arms against his back as he settles, legs growing limp, but still caught around his.
She can't move, actually. Not when euphoria runs like a current just beneath her skin, spilling into her pulse until every bit of her feels the prickle of immense and complete satisfaction. Trembles course through her every so often, the echoes of his work still finding a way out. Goosebumps ripple where the cooler air strikes the parts of her not contained beneath him, heat dispersing like invisible smoke. Gods, she hasn't been fucked like that in... ever? Never.
Some agency seeps back in, her fingers twitching with it, tracing whorls up his back before they slide into his hair. Each motion is slower now, gentler, carding through the sweat-damp strands like she’s trying to remember how to let something stay soft. “You're still too good Ves,” she breathes against the line of his jaw, voice husky still, worn raw from every sound he'd tugged free. "The best, actually." She tilts her head just enough to press her mouth to his skin, lips brushing there with a kind of affection she doesn’t let herself think too hard about.
A heavy sigh slips out after a pause, lips still resting near the edge of him, each inhale dragging him in. Though she'd like nothing more than to cradle him like this all through the night, a new hunger sets in with a vengeance. "I hope you stocked more than wine up here," she murmurs against him.
She can't move, actually. Not when euphoria runs like a current just beneath her skin, spilling into her pulse until every bit of her feels the prickle of immense and complete satisfaction. Trembles course through her every so often, the echoes of his work still finding a way out. Goosebumps ripple where the cooler air strikes the parts of her not contained beneath him, heat dispersing like invisible smoke. Gods, she hasn't been fucked like that in... ever? Never.
Some agency seeps back in, her fingers twitching with it, tracing whorls up his back before they slide into his hair. Each motion is slower now, gentler, carding through the sweat-damp strands like she’s trying to remember how to let something stay soft. “You're still too good Ves,” she breathes against the line of his jaw, voice husky still, worn raw from every sound he'd tugged free. "The best, actually." She tilts her head just enough to press her mouth to his skin, lips brushing there with a kind of affection she doesn’t let herself think too hard about.
A heavy sigh slips out after a pause, lips still resting near the edge of him, each inhale dragging him in. Though she'd like nothing more than to cradle him like this all through the night, a new hunger sets in with a vengeance. "I hope you stocked more than wine up here," she murmurs against him.
You knock me out kiss by kiss
I need you baby, sip by sip
Sit back and let me drink you in
I'm fallin' for you, over and over and over again
I need you baby, sip by sip
Sit back and let me drink you in
I'm fallin' for you, over and over and over again
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
