Honey wherever you go, I know
The way she arches into him, spine curving in surrender, breasts pressing into the sheets, it sends a rush of arousal racing through him that he chases with another thrust. Her body bows so perfectly beneath his that he can’t help but groan, low and feral. The sound cuts out as her hand drags his higher, not certain what she means to do at first, but he lets her guide him. His grip climbs until she locks it across her shoulder, the new and improved angle bracing him against her like a yoke. Every inch of her is his to take, and he’s drowning in the sight.
When her plea leaves her lips his lingering restraint shatters. He thrusts into her with a sharp snap of hips, then again, faster and deeper until he’s pounding her open on his cock. The clap of their bodies rings wet and obscene, every slam jostling her against his palm as the force threatens to rock her forward, bedsprings shuddering with the effort of it all. His balls swing heavy and slick against her clit with each stroke, a constant buzz of friction for them both.
“Fuck, Flora—gods, you’re—” The words break apart in his throat, swallowed by ragged breath and the sound of her gasping beneath him. He can’t stop watching the way her body ripples with every drive, the taut curve of her back, the tremble in her arms as she braces, the perfect way she takes him. His hand clamps harder on her shoulder, pulling her back into every savage thrust until it feels like he’s molding her to his shape.
Pressure winds tight around him, straining through every nerve until he’s right on the edge. He slams into her again, hips like pistons with desperate rhythm. His release hits like voltage snarling up his skeleton, bright and consuming, sparking out through every muscle as he jolts into her. Hips lock deep, cock pulsing hard as he jolts into her, his whole body rigid with the force of it.
He bows over her, forehead pressing between her shoulder blades, his breath hot and uneven against her skin. The raw edge of her name slips past his teeth, ragged but reverent, and he clings to her like she’s the only thing keeping him upright. His hand slips from her shoulder to curve gently around her ribs, keeping her close.
When her plea leaves her lips his lingering restraint shatters. He thrusts into her with a sharp snap of hips, then again, faster and deeper until he’s pounding her open on his cock. The clap of their bodies rings wet and obscene, every slam jostling her against his palm as the force threatens to rock her forward, bedsprings shuddering with the effort of it all. His balls swing heavy and slick against her clit with each stroke, a constant buzz of friction for them both.
“Fuck, Flora—gods, you’re—” The words break apart in his throat, swallowed by ragged breath and the sound of her gasping beneath him. He can’t stop watching the way her body ripples with every drive, the taut curve of her back, the tremble in her arms as she braces, the perfect way she takes him. His hand clamps harder on her shoulder, pulling her back into every savage thrust until it feels like he’s molding her to his shape.
Pressure winds tight around him, straining through every nerve until he’s right on the edge. He slams into her again, hips like pistons with desperate rhythm. His release hits like voltage snarling up his skeleton, bright and consuming, sparking out through every muscle as he jolts into her. Hips lock deep, cock pulsing hard as he jolts into her, his whole body rigid with the force of it.
He bows over her, forehead pressing between her shoulder blades, his breath hot and uneven against her skin. The raw edge of her name slips past his teeth, ragged but reverent, and he clings to her like she’s the only thing keeping him upright. His hand slips from her shoulder to curve gently around her ribs, keeping her close.
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
