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
The sound of her coming apart does him in thoroughly. The whisper of her body sliding across the stone to arc beneath him, the breathless plea of his name like a tether she's yanking, tearing him clean out of himself, it all shatters his control. Her body clamps down in rippling pulses, warmth and tension dragging him toward the edge he’s been teetering across, fighting to deliver her the release she deserved in full.
She has it now though, and the last of his restraint breaks away. A hoarse, broken sound tears loose from his chest as she rounds the turn upon him. It might have been a laugh if it weren’t so full of surrender. "Mel," he groans, voice gone raw with the pressure of the want finally whipping free, the sound vibrating against her skin. Flame snarls through the surrounding canopy as his eyes squeeze shut, his grip locking her firmly in place as they anchor himself to the only thing that feels real while the world narrows to heat and her. His head drops fully, brow pressing into her shoulder as if bracing against the force of it, every muscle drawing taut as pleasure crests and crashes. His hips stutter once, twice, and then the building pressure snaps in a hot, sudden rush.
He's holding onto her as much as holding her through her own finishing tide, the pair of them locked like falling eagles, but thankfully they're already ground level. The slide of her hands is like more fuel to the fire, quivering the skin she touches until at last he sags into her as the aftermath steals the strength from his limbs. He stays there, forehead rolling against her, breath uneven and warm between them. For a long moment,he just breathes her in, completely spent and quietly awed at what they can make together when they try. Sweat slicks his skin and though his pulse is slowing now, his heart still hammers loud enough he’s sure she can feel it. When he finally shifts, it’s slow and reverent, his hands easing their grip to slide up her sides and try to rediscover the world, starting with the shape of her. “Gods,” he exhales hoarsely, a quiet laugh humming beneath the word with all the disbelief of how good this feels. How good she feels. “You are, simply stunning.” His mouth brushes her temple then, keeping contact and the steadying mix of their bodies together.
She has it now though, and the last of his restraint breaks away. A hoarse, broken sound tears loose from his chest as she rounds the turn upon him. It might have been a laugh if it weren’t so full of surrender. "Mel," he groans, voice gone raw with the pressure of the want finally whipping free, the sound vibrating against her skin. Flame snarls through the surrounding canopy as his eyes squeeze shut, his grip locking her firmly in place as they anchor himself to the only thing that feels real while the world narrows to heat and her. His head drops fully, brow pressing into her shoulder as if bracing against the force of it, every muscle drawing taut as pleasure crests and crashes. His hips stutter once, twice, and then the building pressure snaps in a hot, sudden rush.
He's holding onto her as much as holding her through her own finishing tide, the pair of them locked like falling eagles, but thankfully they're already ground level. The slide of her hands is like more fuel to the fire, quivering the skin she touches until at last he sags into her as the aftermath steals the strength from his limbs. He stays there, forehead rolling against her, breath uneven and warm between them. For a long moment,he just breathes her in, completely spent and quietly awed at what they can make together when they try. Sweat slicks his skin and though his pulse is slowing now, his heart still hammers loud enough he’s sure she can feel it. When he finally shifts, it’s slow and reverent, his hands easing their grip to slide up her sides and try to rediscover the world, starting with the shape of her. “Gods,” he exhales hoarsely, a quiet laugh humming beneath the word with all the disbelief of how good this feels. How good she feels. “You are, simply stunning.” His mouth brushes her temple then, keeping contact and the steadying mix of their bodies together.
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
