Flora
Flora barely registers the words at first—not the shape of them, not the order—but the way they sound against her skin. The rough slide of his voice beneath her ear, the demand wrapped in heat, in want, in everything they’ve been building toward from the moment he curled himself around her. And when he thrusts up into her again, hard and full and perfect, the pleasure that follows doesn’t spike so much as break, like a wave cresting at last and falling, falling, falling.
Her fingers tighten in his hair, knuckles paling with the force of it, her other hand fisting hard into the sheets. Her name is already shaking on her lips before she hears herself say it—"Kaisel," soft and broken and full of want—and it turns to something rougher when she thrusts herself back against him, chasing the heat even as it pours through her in bright, unbearable waves.
It’s her third climax and it still takes her whole body with it, rolling up from the base of her spine and radiating outward, high and hot and humming. Her legs twitch around his, feet tangling tighter as every muscle locks down around him—her belly clenching, her thighs trembling, squeezing tight around the weight of him like she can’t bear to let him go. The sound she makes isn’t sweet or soft this time; it’s torn loose and unguarded, a gasp shaped into his name as she cums hard, hips jerking despite her efforts to control them.
And then everything melts. Her body folds into his, muscles taut and slack all at once, breath coming in ragged, uneven waves as she gasps into the curl of his arm, his name still warm in her mouth. She arches into him instinctively, seeking the heat of his chest, the press of his body, like maybe if she wraps herself around him tightly enough, she’ll find a way to stay inside the feeling instead of letting it drift away.
Her fingers tighten in his hair, knuckles paling with the force of it, her other hand fisting hard into the sheets. Her name is already shaking on her lips before she hears herself say it—"Kaisel," soft and broken and full of want—and it turns to something rougher when she thrusts herself back against him, chasing the heat even as it pours through her in bright, unbearable waves.
It’s her third climax and it still takes her whole body with it, rolling up from the base of her spine and radiating outward, high and hot and humming. Her legs twitch around his, feet tangling tighter as every muscle locks down around him—her belly clenching, her thighs trembling, squeezing tight around the weight of him like she can’t bear to let him go. The sound she makes isn’t sweet or soft this time; it’s torn loose and unguarded, a gasp shaped into his name as she cums hard, hips jerking despite her efforts to control them.
And then everything melts. Her body folds into his, muscles taut and slack all at once, breath coming in ragged, uneven waves as she gasps into the curl of his arm, his name still warm in her mouth. She arches into him instinctively, seeking the heat of his chest, the press of his body, like maybe if she wraps herself around him tightly enough, she’ll find a way to stay inside the feeling instead of letting it drift away.
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
