// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
He'd once thought he'd be nervous of all these unknown portions of her and the paths to reach them. Nothing worse than being on a dance floor and realizing you don't know the steps, or even the song. Yet, he finds that her body seems to call out to his with something that's rooted deep, hand and mouth bending to her bidding and angling for each gasped response. He might be unpracticed, but he has spent a long part of his life wanting her, and he means to fill every crack of that longing with the sound of her pleasure. From written word in books he's read to imagined moments paced out in his mind, he's got some basis to build from, and the rest he uses her to guide him.
His hips yield to the pressure of her leg, dipping deeper into the bracket of her thighs, the friction of his cock dragging against her enough to tear a raw groan from his teeth. It's part of what feeds his shucking of her pants, arousal like a pulse through him as she's further revealed and sent bucking beneath his hand. He doesn't fumble as much as he expected, her opening hot and slick against the exploratory sink of his fingers, inviting him in before he's even asked. The feel of her against his hand sends a shudder of anticipation along his spine, and he's powerless to feed the cravings she requests.
His mouth feeds kisses around her panting exclamations while his two fingers set a pace against her, his thumb brushing against her clit by chance every so often more than expertise. "Tell me Mel, tell me how to make you feel good."
His hips yield to the pressure of her leg, dipping deeper into the bracket of her thighs, the friction of his cock dragging against her enough to tear a raw groan from his teeth. It's part of what feeds his shucking of her pants, arousal like a pulse through him as she's further revealed and sent bucking beneath his hand. He doesn't fumble as much as he expected, her opening hot and slick against the exploratory sink of his fingers, inviting him in before he's even asked. The feel of her against his hand sends a shudder of anticipation along his spine, and he's powerless to feed the cravings she requests.
His mouth feeds kisses around her panting exclamations while his two fingers set a pace against her, his thumb brushing against her clit by chance every so often more than expertise. "Tell me Mel, tell me how to make you feel good."
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
