tryna get my Usher on but I can't let it burn

Honey wherever you go, I know

A satisfied line winds its way against his lips, still lingering on the corner of hers, growing more wolfish with every sound and shiver coaxed free. The urgent scattering of her fingers through his hair, the shock of pleasure that keeps jolting her breath, it's thoroughly unlacing every part of his remaining composure. "That's it Flora," he encourages, half a grip on the words still in his chest. "Give into it. You're perfect, like this." Hunger laces each word that rolls across her cheek, nipping at her ear with want. She is unbearably tempting when she's falling apart like this, especially to his hand. He'll hold her through it all though, every scream and shudder that scatters her into pieces, he'll cradle them until she's whole and breakable all over again with bliss.

As their eyes meet across the steam, he pins her with the stare she's made molten, liquid bronze spilling over the aqua tide of her. He intends to watch every wave that rises up in there and crashes through her, starting with the way his hand slides further in at her insistence. The slick heat he finds between her thighs is unmistakable, nothing he could ever attribute to the shower, and an approving groan huffs free as his touch coils into her. Desire rises like a blaze in response to that kerosene, running rampant and flaring with each curl of his fingers in her core.

Breath is something he chases between every pulse of agreement that falls from her lips, but it escapes him entirely as her hand seizes everything that she's done to him. His erection strains into her palm, eager for the warmth of the contact. He tilts into her without thought, eyes shuttering for a moment. A short, almost soundless laugh rouses at her words, and his gaze flicks back towards her with a devious glint. "Oh, you think you're in control here?" he wonders with a slant to his smile. "Consider me a rule breaker for now," he remarks with a casualness that absolutely takes effort to use with her hand coiled around his arousal and his fingers still buried between her legs.

His hand that's cupped her ass this whole time departs with a drag and a snap, letting the one side of her cheek jiggle as he grabs at her wrist angling into his pants. Gradually he slides out of her grip, a shuddering retreat as he sinks onto his knees before her. "I still owe you for last time," he accuses, glancing up at her with a lingering stare and a wicked smile as he presses the pad of his thumb to her clit. Then, bowing to this worship, he hoists her thighs over his shoulders and sets his tongue against her.

Kaisel

I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you