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
There's no less desire in him now than the first time, but this is something more controlled and measured, meaning to savor and relish instead of simply consume as before. What had previously felt like a surprised rush of startling discovery, this feels like returning to something he already knows he'll cherish, and now he means to notice the details.
Finding what makes her arch in pleasure is its own reward here, and he's eager to map them out now, even as his own shivers of arousal spark and skip beneath his skin at each passing glance or trailing touch she offers. Her voice snaps against the idea of restraint, especially as it comes with the removal of his last bit of clothing. "And I wanna make you melt," he offers back, gaze flickering molten against her, voice shuddering into something broken as her fingers seize and stroke along his erection. His hips tilt of their own accord, chasing the friction and each tantalizing sensation, requiring him to grit his teeth against the easy thought of coming undone in her hands.
The lead of her own grip along his palm offers him a nice distraction, and he follows her guidance without question. Stepping further in again, letting skin slide against skin in areas he hadn't even thought could matter until her touch brushes there with heat, he gladly braces himself in the crook of her body and the frame of stone. Between her thighs his hand slips, two fingers roll past her clit and curl into the wet heat that awaits further down. It's only his hand, but he feels the echo of it throb through his entire body, cock twitching at the urge to bury itself there instead. He smothers the thought in the press of their lips, stealing her breath as his hand plunges deeper, finding a pace of sinking in and pulling back, pursuing each tremble of moan he can pull from her. His thumb presses in at some point, offering pressure and small circles against her clit.
Finding what makes her arch in pleasure is its own reward here, and he's eager to map them out now, even as his own shivers of arousal spark and skip beneath his skin at each passing glance or trailing touch she offers. Her voice snaps against the idea of restraint, especially as it comes with the removal of his last bit of clothing. "And I wanna make you melt," he offers back, gaze flickering molten against her, voice shuddering into something broken as her fingers seize and stroke along his erection. His hips tilt of their own accord, chasing the friction and each tantalizing sensation, requiring him to grit his teeth against the easy thought of coming undone in her hands.
The lead of her own grip along his palm offers him a nice distraction, and he follows her guidance without question. Stepping further in again, letting skin slide against skin in areas he hadn't even thought could matter until her touch brushes there with heat, he gladly braces himself in the crook of her body and the frame of stone. Between her thighs his hand slips, two fingers roll past her clit and curl into the wet heat that awaits further down. It's only his hand, but he feels the echo of it throb through his entire body, cock twitching at the urge to bury itself there instead. He smothers the thought in the press of their lips, stealing her breath as his hand plunges deeper, finding a pace of sinking in and pulling back, pursuing each tremble of moan he can pull from her. His thumb presses in at some point, offering pressure and small circles against her clit.
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
