Flora
The sound of his groan steals all the air from her lungs. Gods, it’s delicious; low and rough, scraped from somewhere deep, and she breathes it in like it’s something she can trap in her chest and keep there, clutched like treasure behind her ribs. But then his teeth graze the slope of her neck and her breath shudders right out of her, exhaled in a soft gasp as her fingers curl into his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp in a wordless plea for more.
When he grinds his hips into her, she moans into his ear, soft and breathy. Her back arches instinctively as his hand finds her breast, the warmth of his palm dragging a shiver across her skin, and through a crooked smirk she murmurs, "You started it," just before his fingers tease her nipple. The little twist has her sucking in another sharp breath, hand tightening at the nape of his neck in response, hips twitching beneath his as though they might coax him into staying right where he is.
So when he doesn’t—when he suddenly flops away like a man escaping a very beautiful trap—Flora shoots him a look. Withering, playful, and very, very flushed. Her cheeks burns with heat as she catches sight of the way his hand is curled possessively around his thoroughly determined erection, and a single brow rises, sharp and knowing.
Still, she does as requested, but gods help him if he thinks this is safer.
Flora slots into the space he makes for her like she’s always belonged there, all soft limbs and silk-smooth skin, her back pressing against his chest with sinfully perfect alignment. She shifts as she settles, stretching herself long and lean, ass nudging deliberately into his lap, a quiet hum leaving her lips as if purely from the effort of getting comfortable.
Her arm snakes back around his neck, fingers finding his hair again. The movement arches her chest slightly, pushing her breasts forward as though entirely by accident, and her voice curls with mischief as she feigns innocence. "A nap sounds like a great idea," she purrs, the words practically vibrating with the effort it takes not to laugh. Because gods, she does need the rest—but he should’ve known better than to let her get this close and expect peace.
When he grinds his hips into her, she moans into his ear, soft and breathy. Her back arches instinctively as his hand finds her breast, the warmth of his palm dragging a shiver across her skin, and through a crooked smirk she murmurs, "You started it," just before his fingers tease her nipple. The little twist has her sucking in another sharp breath, hand tightening at the nape of his neck in response, hips twitching beneath his as though they might coax him into staying right where he is.
So when he doesn’t—when he suddenly flops away like a man escaping a very beautiful trap—Flora shoots him a look. Withering, playful, and very, very flushed. Her cheeks burns with heat as she catches sight of the way his hand is curled possessively around his thoroughly determined erection, and a single brow rises, sharp and knowing.
Still, she does as requested, but gods help him if he thinks this is safer.
Flora slots into the space he makes for her like she’s always belonged there, all soft limbs and silk-smooth skin, her back pressing against his chest with sinfully perfect alignment. She shifts as she settles, stretching herself long and lean, ass nudging deliberately into his lap, a quiet hum leaving her lips as if purely from the effort of getting comfortable.
Her arm snakes back around his neck, fingers finding his hair again. The movement arches her chest slightly, pushing her breasts forward as though entirely by accident, and her voice curls with mischief as she feigns innocence. "A nap sounds like a great idea," she purrs, the words practically vibrating with the effort it takes not to laugh. Because gods, she does need the rest—but he should’ve known better than to let her get this close and expect peace.
I hope you're sweating the bigger stuff,
finding some peace in an honest love
Hope you stop when you've had enough & throw the towel in
finding some peace in an honest love
Hope you stop when you've had enough & throw the towel in
Code stolen from Queen Sky
