// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
He has been on the edge of coming apart since he shucked his pants free, eagerness for the unknown the thief of enjoyment for it. Only with stuttering pauses and sheer force of will has he managed to hang on this long. With her guiding the charge now, the pace bending to her will as the world is want to do, he is helplessly drug into the undertow of her rising current.
Each shudder that courses through him, bold as lightning strikes over nightfall, tips him that much closer into her oblivion. His grip tightens, seeking something grounding, while his heels drive against the floor for purchase amid this maelstrom she's whipped up between her thighs. Yet, he cannot help but angle his hips for more, chasing each rush of heat that sinks around him, finding where the depths of her ends might lie, wanting to follow her into the plummet same as any other one of their adventures.
Her question may as well have been a trigger. The effort to speak loosens the restraint he's guarded, and with it every cord of muscle seizes and frays into flame. The hearth behind them roars, the mantle earning dark scorch marks as the fire climbs too high and too wild for the brick to fully contain it. He keeps her seat snug against him as he gives one final buck into her, teeth snapping down around her name that melts into a groan amid the inferno.
Everything slackens after a moment, sweat beading around his temple as breath marches out fast and heavy. "Fuck Mel," he praises, raw over the embers of his consciousness.
Each shudder that courses through him, bold as lightning strikes over nightfall, tips him that much closer into her oblivion. His grip tightens, seeking something grounding, while his heels drive against the floor for purchase amid this maelstrom she's whipped up between her thighs. Yet, he cannot help but angle his hips for more, chasing each rush of heat that sinks around him, finding where the depths of her ends might lie, wanting to follow her into the plummet same as any other one of their adventures.
Her question may as well have been a trigger. The effort to speak loosens the restraint he's guarded, and with it every cord of muscle seizes and frays into flame. The hearth behind them roars, the mantle earning dark scorch marks as the fire climbs too high and too wild for the brick to fully contain it. He keeps her seat snug against him as he gives one final buck into her, teeth snapping down around her name that melts into a groan amid the inferno.
Everything slackens after a moment, sweat beading around his temple as breath marches out fast and heavy. "Fuck Mel," he praises, raw over the embers of his consciousness.
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
