Flora
Flora should be revelling in the sounds Kaisel is making; his curse, guttural and dragged from somewhere deep, the way his breath falters against her skin like he’s the one barely holding on. On any other night she might savour the thought of driving him to the edge with nothing but her body and the unbearable tempo she sets. But this time, all she can do is moan, tongue pressed hard to the roof of her mouth to keep it soft, stifled, private, but the sound still escapes her, all the same.
He fills her like fire, like purpose. Every inch that sinks into her is met with muscle that yields and then tightens, pleasure blooming low and molten and slow. It pulses outward, warm and sticky, gathering in her spine, behind her ribs, curling bright and hungry in her belly. Her body knows him now, wants him in the most instinctual, skin-deep ways, and the moment his hand slides back to starburst across her stomach again, she very nearly gives in. Her hips twitch forward, the start of something faster, but she reins herself back in just long enough to feel the scrape of his teeth against her shoulder, and gods, that shatters her. Her breath catches, hips stuttering, and then his fingers find her clit and every muscle jolts tight beneath his hand, her whole body seizing with pleasure like a struck chord. The hand that had anchored against his hip abandons its post immediately, fingers threading into his hair instead, gripping tight like she needs him held close or she might break apart. "Gods Kai," she whispers, voice raw and shivering. "I want you so much"
Her hips keep rolling in that unhurried rhythm she’s clung to so far, but the control is slipping, faltering beneath the weight of what he’s doing to her, of how good this feels, of how much she loves this. Loves being tangled up with him like this, their bodies joined and hands everywhere, her cheek damp against the sheets, his breath against her spine, and her thighs aching from the strain of keeping it slow. The pleasure builds in increments, steady and unrelenting, each drag of her hips locking into place another glowing brick in the foundation of her orgasm. It’s coming together piece by perfect piece, rising in her like tide over reef, soft and inevitable and so godsdamned good that she’s already desperate for the crash.
He fills her like fire, like purpose. Every inch that sinks into her is met with muscle that yields and then tightens, pleasure blooming low and molten and slow. It pulses outward, warm and sticky, gathering in her spine, behind her ribs, curling bright and hungry in her belly. Her body knows him now, wants him in the most instinctual, skin-deep ways, and the moment his hand slides back to starburst across her stomach again, she very nearly gives in. Her hips twitch forward, the start of something faster, but she reins herself back in just long enough to feel the scrape of his teeth against her shoulder, and gods, that shatters her. Her breath catches, hips stuttering, and then his fingers find her clit and every muscle jolts tight beneath his hand, her whole body seizing with pleasure like a struck chord. The hand that had anchored against his hip abandons its post immediately, fingers threading into his hair instead, gripping tight like she needs him held close or she might break apart. "Gods Kai," she whispers, voice raw and shivering. "I want you so much"
Her hips keep rolling in that unhurried rhythm she’s clung to so far, but the control is slipping, faltering beneath the weight of what he’s doing to her, of how good this feels, of how much she loves this. Loves being tangled up with him like this, their bodies joined and hands everywhere, her cheek damp against the sheets, his breath against her spine, and her thighs aching from the strain of keeping it slow. The pleasure builds in increments, steady and unrelenting, each drag of her hips locking into place another glowing brick in the foundation of her orgasm. It’s coming together piece by perfect piece, rising in her like tide over reef, soft and inevitable and so godsdamned good that she’s already desperate for the crash.
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
