// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
Her lack of reluctance—indeed, her rising urgency for more, for all—feeds him better than anything else could. It snarls at every flicker of doubt, sets its teeth against his fears, and tears with a viciousness only love can manage. Not words she’s said, but an affection written in the drive of her heels, the nips to his ear, the gasp that parts her lips as if this is the first time either of them has truly been alive. It frees him, strips the weight from his chest, and his pace quickens with it.
The challenge of her question drags out a clipped laugh, one that presses into her skin as he submits again and again to the pull of her touch. Each drift and grasp of her hand is another strike that sparks against him, heated with a want he has never chased this deeply before, dizzying with its depths.
When her press shifts, less an ask for more of him than a demand for movement, he lingers only a moment—stealing the last tremors of this newfound pleasure—then yields. Who is he to deny her a thing? He rolls with her, steadying her as they turn, until she sits astride him. A long groan escapes as she takes him fully, the full weight and heat of her enveloping him anew. "Incredible," he growls the answer at last, hips thrusting up, hands clamped to the curve of her ass to drag her down, reveling in the slick rhythm of her rise and fall and the reverberation that it sends through her breasts. "You feel incredible."
The challenge of her question drags out a clipped laugh, one that presses into her skin as he submits again and again to the pull of her touch. Each drift and grasp of her hand is another strike that sparks against him, heated with a want he has never chased this deeply before, dizzying with its depths.
When her press shifts, less an ask for more of him than a demand for movement, he lingers only a moment—stealing the last tremors of this newfound pleasure—then yields. Who is he to deny her a thing? He rolls with her, steadying her as they turn, until she sits astride him. A long groan escapes as she takes him fully, the full weight and heat of her enveloping him anew. "Incredible," he growls the answer at last, hips thrusting up, hands clamped to the curve of her ass to drag her down, reveling in the slick rhythm of her rise and fall and the reverberation that it sends through her breasts. "You feel incredible."
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
