Honey wherever you go, I know
The way she finally breaks is something that washes over him in full. Each pass of the waves, rich and hot around him, is a tide that pushes her out into rapture while pulling him further in. His face smashes itself further into her, just a smear of lips and breath as he tucks into her shoulder, the leash she's created in his hair curling him into her further. "Mm, good Flora—just like that." The approval in his voice barely survives over the wrecked sound of his desire as she shoves back against him. She catches up on the withdraw, retaining him with even more depth now. The spark of it is so intense his teeth grate together with the force of the pleasure, his hand abandoning her clit to seize her hip, holding the way he's buried in her with a deep groan.
"Floraaaa." More guttural noise than name as she locks around him, legs like a trembling vine, body bowing to the folds of their bodies. His hands flex against her side as he sets into her, chasing the last echoes of her climax and it's current, but this isn't enough any more. He can't fucking resist her, least of all like this, and he urgently needs to have her, more of her.
He wrenches her over onto her belly, never entirely leaving her, but settling above and behind with a quick readjustment. He takes a moment to let his gaze and a hand roam appreciatively over this new view, drawn to the dip of her back, now on punctuated display with her flat on the bed. "Fucking hell Flora," he admires with all the bite of a curse, fingers splaying against the curve of her ass as it rises up around him. His thumb cups it as he slides his palm from bottom to top, all the while sinking back into her slick heat fully and slowly. The motion of his hand tugs the cheek up, until it finally pops free with a fantastic jiggle. "Mm—this is a good nap," he grins, completely devious as arousal warms his humor. He picks up speed then, gripping her hip for purchase and bearing his weight on a forearm beside her.
"Floraaaa." More guttural noise than name as she locks around him, legs like a trembling vine, body bowing to the folds of their bodies. His hands flex against her side as he sets into her, chasing the last echoes of her climax and it's current, but this isn't enough any more. He can't fucking resist her, least of all like this, and he urgently needs to have her, more of her.
He wrenches her over onto her belly, never entirely leaving her, but settling above and behind with a quick readjustment. He takes a moment to let his gaze and a hand roam appreciatively over this new view, drawn to the dip of her back, now on punctuated display with her flat on the bed. "Fucking hell Flora," he admires with all the bite of a curse, fingers splaying against the curve of her ass as it rises up around him. His thumb cups it as he slides his palm from bottom to top, all the while sinking back into her slick heat fully and slowly. The motion of his hand tugs the cheek up, until it finally pops free with a fantastic jiggle. "Mm—this is a good nap," he grins, completely devious as arousal warms his humor. He picks up speed then, gripping her hip for purchase and bearing his weight on a forearm beside 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
