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 wreathe of her legs around him is like an angel's halo, utterly divine in feeling, though the added heat speaks to its more devilish nature. The insistence in the hold drives into him with a firmer absolution of her need, a gravitational pull between her thighs that yanks him in, limbs locking that distance in place. She doesn't just end there though, she claws for him with every bit of her that remains. Her need demands erasure of distance, and her hunger beckons him to consider what room he's permitting even inside of her. It's a maddening call that hums in his veins not unlike the battlelust that rises in the thick of it. This has its own pounding, roaring pulse behind his ears, one guided with every sound he stokes from her, burning beneath every touch that feeds him further into a more wild abandon.

She feels too spectacular to keep at bay, and with every sinking strike he's losing reason on why he's holding anything back, on how patience equates to improvement. The keening of her desire for more is a siren song he's no desire to shake off, and her praise lands like a kiss planted in his soul, blooming golden and whole through him. In response his hands slide down her, gathering her thighs and lifting them higher, tipping her ass up and off the rock. This new angle immediately deepens his reach, and with a shudder of satisfaction, his pace increases to continually chase that end. The slap of their bodies drowns out the rest of the forest noise now, their lewd song all the can hear between the rush of breaths as his mouth continues to trail hot and senseless against her, capturing her lips briefly in-between as he seals passion and adoration in tandem to her mouth. "Melllll," he warns on a rumbling exhale, ragged with want.

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