// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
He's an apt student, always fond of reading and learning even if he spends much of his time in repetition of labor instead of thought. He follows the lesson her hand teaches, mapping out the regions, testing the depth of pressure or the graze of it, until her convulsions of euphoria are something he can conjure as reliably as his flame (neither of which have been mastered, yet).
It's a wonderful thing, to give her the throws of pleasure that he can feel echo through him, unrepentant with his worship of the seeing her unraveling. As her own question drifts across, he's tempted to claim the delivery of her pleasure is all he needs, selfish with giving. It's not a lie, he's certain he'll find his own end in the wake of hers, or several of hers. He simpers though, because the grasp and trail of every one of her touches had been enough to make his erection jump, eager for more. "You," he breathes, and it's enough to snap the spell of her squirming. He withdraws his hand moistened with her heat and tears her pants the rest of the way free.
"You," he growls, hauling her against him after stripping the leggings entirely. His hands fold possessively against her hips with the tug, curling under to the curve of her ass to lift it up more. as he settles back between her hips. His head brushes the warmth between her thighs as he leans over, a drag of his lips, more than a kiss, set to her naval as the sensation shudders through him. "Only ever you, Mel," he groans, pushing against the heat of her with a slow, steady burying of his entire length. It nearly splinters every bit of him from the inside out, and in response the hearth roars to a greater intensity.
It's a wonderful thing, to give her the throws of pleasure that he can feel echo through him, unrepentant with his worship of the seeing her unraveling. As her own question drifts across, he's tempted to claim the delivery of her pleasure is all he needs, selfish with giving. It's not a lie, he's certain he'll find his own end in the wake of hers, or several of hers. He simpers though, because the grasp and trail of every one of her touches had been enough to make his erection jump, eager for more. "You," he breathes, and it's enough to snap the spell of her squirming. He withdraws his hand moistened with her heat and tears her pants the rest of the way free.
"You," he growls, hauling her against him after stripping the leggings entirely. His hands fold possessively against her hips with the tug, curling under to the curve of her ass to lift it up more. as he settles back between her hips. His head brushes the warmth between her thighs as he leans over, a drag of his lips, more than a kiss, set to her naval as the sensation shudders through him. "Only ever you, Mel," he groans, pushing against the heat of her with a slow, steady burying of his entire length. It nearly splinters every bit of him from the inside out, and in response the hearth roars to a greater intensity.
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
