Iskra
Find something you can hold on to
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Unfolding her from her clothing is like any prize dessert slowly revealing itself from its wrapping. The outside is lovely, but once she’s bare, that’s when his mouth begins to water. He takes a moment to fully soak in the sight of her curled and waiting against the rock, flushed with the rise of arousal that’s echoed in the strain against his pants, one that leapt to life quickly the moment their hips aligned. An approving sound hums against her breast as he leans in and captures it with his mouth, trading between each pair with a hungry intent for fairness, though he soon dissolves into just a simple madness of running hand and tongue all against her midriff the more he has access to her.
His pulse jumps in response to the sinking presence of her hands, breaking from the doting of her exposed skin with a pant as he glances down at the efforts. The sight of her seeking him, wanting him—it flares the urge into something more wild, a nearby leaf racing into fire and then ash. He’s got no words for the moment, but he has ideas.
On of his hands slides overtop hers, and together he holds her palm flat against the shape of his want straining through his pants, pushing his erection against her like an offering of what she’s doing to him. His gaze sits on her now, tracing every flicker and shadow that passes, desire devouring his expression into something animalistic. Taking her hand still, her slides her beneath the waistband she’d been tugging at, trembling at the closer contact. With each of their other hands still free and working on his pants, those soon enough give away, offering freedom that he shuffles out of, not willing to break the feel of her to gracefully discard them.
His pulse jumps in response to the sinking presence of her hands, breaking from the doting of her exposed skin with a pant as he glances down at the efforts. The sight of her seeking him, wanting him—it flares the urge into something more wild, a nearby leaf racing into fire and then ash. He’s got no words for the moment, but he has ideas.
On of his hands slides overtop hers, and together he holds her palm flat against the shape of his want straining through his pants, pushing his erection against her like an offering of what she’s doing to him. His gaze sits on her now, tracing every flicker and shadow that passes, desire devouring his expression into something animalistic. Taking her hand still, her slides her beneath the waistband she’d been tugging at, trembling at the closer contact. With each of their other hands still free and working on his pants, those soon enough give away, offering freedom that he shuffles out of, not willing to break the feel of her to gracefully discard them.
Find somewhere you can come home to
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
