Honey wherever you go, I know
Compliance is not something Flora gives over quickly or easily. He knows this, but fool him for thinking she is also worn out—a nap had even been her suggestion—so he is not on alert for any of her wiles. Even as she slips in against him, perfectly snug and warm, backing up all her cake, it doesn't trigger his spidey Flora's up to some shit senses. The prickle of his skin in response to the full length of her is all him getting revved up, a player of the teasing game, but not a winner of it. The lurch in his uncooperatively hard cock is not because she wiggled her behind right against it intentionally, it's just the cost of doing business, the business being spooning.
His arm slips over her waist, palm splaying by her naval, while his chin sits above her shoulder. Before he's even considered it, he drags her closer to him, his hand pressing firm against her belly as he pushes in from behind. Another strained sound of want carves out of him as his erection slides further between her thighs, resting just outside of her. "Gods, I might never sleep again with you around," he mutters into her back.
The glide of her fingers back into his hair has him closing his eyes for a moment, the touch simple but intimate. It snips more of his discipline. Seemingly working opposite of napping he flicks his eyes open, still caught on this idea of control and sleep. The view that greets him below the slope of her arm though, perfectly arched and so in need of his hand, that unlaces even more of him. "You aren't doing this on purpose, are you?" he wonders with a fringe of accusation, little more than a low exhale near her neck while his hand skates up her stomach and roves over her tits with a squeeze to each. It continues to rise up after some fondling, curling over her shoulder so that his fingers meet his chin. "Because that would be unhelpful for napping," his warning comes with a firm yank down on her shoulder, his tip rubbing up against her clit from behind as he grinds against her.
His arm slips over her waist, palm splaying by her naval, while his chin sits above her shoulder. Before he's even considered it, he drags her closer to him, his hand pressing firm against her belly as he pushes in from behind. Another strained sound of want carves out of him as his erection slides further between her thighs, resting just outside of her. "Gods, I might never sleep again with you around," he mutters into her back.
The glide of her fingers back into his hair has him closing his eyes for a moment, the touch simple but intimate. It snips more of his discipline. Seemingly working opposite of napping he flicks his eyes open, still caught on this idea of control and sleep. The view that greets him below the slope of her arm though, perfectly arched and so in need of his hand, that unlaces even more of him. "You aren't doing this on purpose, are you?" he wonders with a fringe of accusation, little more than a low exhale near her neck while his hand skates up her stomach and roves over her tits with a squeeze to each. It continues to rise up after some fondling, curling over her shoulder so that his fingers meet his chin. "Because that would be unhelpful for napping," his warning comes with a firm yank down on her shoulder, his tip rubbing up against her clit from behind as he grinds against her.
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
