Flora
Kai's praise, low and ragged, slithers over her skin like heat lightning, and Flora’s moans fracture into soft, breathless pants, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure that keep pulsing through her even as he fills her deeper. She clings to the last ripples, still caught in the tide, hips twitching with every subtle movement, like her body refuses to let the feeling pass.
The sudden shift of him though, steals her breath. Her hand slips from his hair to grab at the sheets, anchoring herself as he turns her over, as her belly presses flush to the bed and her legs part just enough to keep him. Her hips lift instinctively, the heart-shaped curve of her ass rising to meet him, and she gasps at the slow, thick slide of his cock inside her again. Her eyes flicker back toward him, sultry and half-lidded until his hand flexes around her hip, and whatever teasing remark she might’ve offered about napping disintegrates into another moan, parted lips catching only air.
She braces herself, elbows locking for leverage, back arching to give him everything. And when his hand tightens around her hip, Flora reaches for it blindly, curling her fingers around his and dragging it up across her body until it settles beneath her chin, then guides it further still, across her collarbone and over her shoulder. The weight of it pins her, his grip a bracket across her chest that sets her alight with want. The position traps her in him completely; hips anchored by his hold, body bowed in submission, every inch of her surrounded. She clenches hard around him at the weight and heat and depth of it all, her breath catching in a sound that isn’t quite a moan or a laugh or a sob but something in between, something broken open.
"Gods, Kai—" The words are gasped more than spoken, her voice high and shaking as she arches up again, trying to meet him deeper. Her hand tightens on his forearm as she leans into it, breathless, aching. "Fuck me," she pleads, desperate and soft and blazing from the inside out. Had she been able to wriggle a hand beneath her body, he might yet have made her cum again, but no part of her was inclined to trade the way he so perfectly surrounded hereven if it would break her orgasms per thread record, but there'd be time for that another time.
The sudden shift of him though, steals her breath. Her hand slips from his hair to grab at the sheets, anchoring herself as he turns her over, as her belly presses flush to the bed and her legs part just enough to keep him. Her hips lift instinctively, the heart-shaped curve of her ass rising to meet him, and she gasps at the slow, thick slide of his cock inside her again. Her eyes flicker back toward him, sultry and half-lidded until his hand flexes around her hip, and whatever teasing remark she might’ve offered about napping disintegrates into another moan, parted lips catching only air.
She braces herself, elbows locking for leverage, back arching to give him everything. And when his hand tightens around her hip, Flora reaches for it blindly, curling her fingers around his and dragging it up across her body until it settles beneath her chin, then guides it further still, across her collarbone and over her shoulder. The weight of it pins her, his grip a bracket across her chest that sets her alight with want. The position traps her in him completely; hips anchored by his hold, body bowed in submission, every inch of her surrounded. She clenches hard around him at the weight and heat and depth of it all, her breath catching in a sound that isn’t quite a moan or a laugh or a sob but something in between, something broken open.
"Gods, Kai—" The words are gasped more than spoken, her voice high and shaking as she arches up again, trying to meet him deeper. Her hand tightens on his forearm as she leans into it, breathless, aching. "Fuck me," she pleads, desperate and soft and blazing from the inside out. Had she been able to wriggle a hand beneath her body, he might yet have made her cum again, but no part of her was inclined to trade the way he so perfectly surrounded her
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
