Days feel longer without you

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

The display of such eager want is its own rush of heat that spirals through him. Gods, just the sight of her knees spreading apart is enough to make him feral. Add to that the quivers of her body around his hands, the slick feel of her so ready, and the sound of her agreement, and he's practically able to chew on the desire brewing between them like it's hardtack he can bite out of the air itself. "I can't resist you," he murmurs into her mouth before withdrawing his hands and gripping either side of her waist instead.

He can't keep himself at bay any longer, and in short order angles himself and plunges his cock into her depths in one long, sure thrust that leaves him bowing over into her shoulder with a groan. "Fuck, Mel," he moans out with a drag of his lips across her neck, fingers tightening against her hips. He withdraws, slow and steady before sinking in again, savoring the gliding friction and the heat that encases him. He sets a slow pace, trying to savor her still, even if it's proving a challenge now.

Find somewhere you can come home to
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end