Honey wherever you go, I know
I want you, must be the hottest thing to exist for the way he's instantly melting into the clasp of her hands, reduced to a liquid state momentarily. That's all she has to say, then everything she could ever want that he has the ability to give, it'd be hers. She wants him. Him. This isn't some moon-touched dream either, this is real. He tilts his head, leaning into the comfort of her palm for a moment, before the urgency to give her what they both want reignites the frantic dismantling of lingering barriers.
The way she meets him, not even waiting, just as in need of this as he is, nearly undoes him on the spot. His jaw tightens against the threat of it, his inhale sharp and stuttering as she sinks onto him and presses down deep. Every part of him feels drenched in fire, alive and aware in a way that he feels along the length of his spine. As he grabs her gaze, wreathed with her own heat, golden curls dripping, lips parting around a moan—he swears he's never seen anything more lovely.
His grip on her hips is his only handhold on sanity still, keeping him here as she builds a rhythm that drags him further over the edge. His hand sprawls over her breast where she's placed it, head tipping forward into the cradle of her chest like maybe he'd find salvation there. As fingers tease at her nipple, rolling and pinching, his mouth claims the other one, soaring it only when a groan splits the space. His other hand drifts up her back, tracing the gorgeous arch of it.
An agreeing hum vibrates against her tit as her words are wrecked by a moan, a similar one growling free from him as she seats herself back down the length of him. The tight clench of her, the silken heat that rises and falls against him, every pass sends a tremor tearing through his whole body. "Flora," he rasps with a hot pop off her nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin near it as he fights for purchase amid the shudder rolling through him. "I can't—you're too fucking tight and perfect." The bite of her nails holds him a bit longer, but he's unspooling rapidly with every slap of her thighs on his.
The way she meets him, not even waiting, just as in need of this as he is, nearly undoes him on the spot. His jaw tightens against the threat of it, his inhale sharp and stuttering as she sinks onto him and presses down deep. Every part of him feels drenched in fire, alive and aware in a way that he feels along the length of his spine. As he grabs her gaze, wreathed with her own heat, golden curls dripping, lips parting around a moan—he swears he's never seen anything more lovely.
His grip on her hips is his only handhold on sanity still, keeping him here as she builds a rhythm that drags him further over the edge. His hand sprawls over her breast where she's placed it, head tipping forward into the cradle of her chest like maybe he'd find salvation there. As fingers tease at her nipple, rolling and pinching, his mouth claims the other one, soaring it only when a groan splits the space. His other hand drifts up her back, tracing the gorgeous arch of it.
An agreeing hum vibrates against her tit as her words are wrecked by a moan, a similar one growling free from him as she seats herself back down the length of him. The tight clench of her, the silken heat that rises and falls against him, every pass sends a tremor tearing through his whole body. "Flora," he rasps with a hot pop off her nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin near it as he fights for purchase amid the shudder rolling through him. "I can't—you're too fucking tight and perfect." The bite of her nails holds him a bit longer, but he's unspooling rapidly with every slap of her thighs on his.
Kaisel
I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
