Honey wherever you go, I know
His eyes lock on her, a desperate thing that reaches out as she tilts him back to her. He shivers beneath her warning and the movement of it over his skin, the breath nearly tangible as it weaves through the humidity of the shower's building steam. A groan parts from him before his teeth clench down around it, but this one isn't torn from the heat of her incredible thighs, rather the torment of resisting them. Lash him to the mast, the siren call of her body, her touch, it's impossible to ignore. If her pleasure is what's at stake though, if the music of her moans is the cost, then he’ll willingly go blind in the salt spray and split on the rocks is that's what it'll take.
The change of her pattern and pace is certainly a rope being tossed out to him, one that winds against his chest. He's already half over though, so each roll of her hips dragging against him is still a spark that threatens to burn right through the braided fibers and set him free. Each time he drags it back, fans it away, tries to hold through it. He can't watch the way his cock is consumed by her or how she plays herself into release. Instead he focuses on the sway of her tits, grabbing each in hand like an anchor, tweaking her nipples as he clings to her gaze, to the broken lines splitting her lips. Fuck, every part of her sets him alight. "You are so unbelievably hot," he drags the mangled words out from his lungs, raw and clipped as each grind races to the soles of his feet.
She must think him a stronger man, the way she leans against him, each word exhaled a potential powder keg being set to his blaze. "Flora," he rasps in caution, hands rising to cup either side of her head, fingers spilling into her soaked, golden crown. He's hanging on by a thread, all his ties frayed to the friction. "Gods—[i]gods[/i]—Ro," His grip tightens as he fists her hair, voice a ragged pant of survival through the storm of her.
He can't manage as she tightens, each wave of her orgasm stroking against him like it's deliberate. Fire splits him open from chest to heel. "I ca—Flora I'm." His voice is swallowed as every muscle strains against her. His hands slam down to her hips, bracketing her in iron as he drags her as deep as possible, driving up into her with a thrust and a wild, senseless sound. His cock pulsing heat into her as he unravels, hips jerking occasionally, her name tumbling free like a feverish chant, nonsensical with it's repetition. His fingers splay against her curves until the last shudder rolls free. Then he collapses back against the floor, trembling wreckage beneath the downpour of the shower, her name still slipping broken from his lips like delerium.
The change of her pattern and pace is certainly a rope being tossed out to him, one that winds against his chest. He's already half over though, so each roll of her hips dragging against him is still a spark that threatens to burn right through the braided fibers and set him free. Each time he drags it back, fans it away, tries to hold through it. He can't watch the way his cock is consumed by her or how she plays herself into release. Instead he focuses on the sway of her tits, grabbing each in hand like an anchor, tweaking her nipples as he clings to her gaze, to the broken lines splitting her lips. Fuck, every part of her sets him alight. "You are so unbelievably hot," he drags the mangled words out from his lungs, raw and clipped as each grind races to the soles of his feet.
She must think him a stronger man, the way she leans against him, each word exhaled a potential powder keg being set to his blaze. "Flora," he rasps in caution, hands rising to cup either side of her head, fingers spilling into her soaked, golden crown. He's hanging on by a thread, all his ties frayed to the friction. "Gods—[i]gods[/i]—Ro," His grip tightens as he fists her hair, voice a ragged pant of survival through the storm of her.
He can't manage as she tightens, each wave of her orgasm stroking against him like it's deliberate. Fire splits him open from chest to heel. "I ca—Flora I'm." His voice is swallowed as every muscle strains against her. His hands slam down to her hips, bracketing her in iron as he drags her as deep as possible, driving up into her with a thrust and a wild, senseless sound. His cock pulsing heat into her as he unravels, hips jerking occasionally, her name tumbling free like a feverish chant, nonsensical with it's repetition. His fingers splay against her curves until the last shudder rolls free. Then he collapses back against the floor, trembling wreckage beneath the downpour of the shower, her name still slipping broken from his lips like delerium.
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
