Need a hundred lifetimes kinda love
The first taste of sweetness striking his tongue catches him completely off guard. A startled sound puffs out against her skin, muffled by the swell of her breast against his mouth. The noise quickly dips into an appreciative hum, his attention slowing for the moment as the flick of his tongue becomes a tasing drag around the outline of each pasty, tracing the edges like he's testing for weaknesses. He'd thought the smell some sort of perfume, but with strawberry flavor flooding his mouth, it's an unmistakable punctuation to the gift of unwrapping her. "Oh," he croons with no amount of withheld delight. "My favorite." It's less word than vibration now as he abandons all sense of discovery and instead feasts on her chest, utterly shameless as he licks and suck her nipples free.
Amid the early dessert course, his hands finish what they started behind her. Pants are undone and tugged free, his arousal springing forth in full force. The effort to fully discard them is occasionally forgotten when the strawberry slap of her bosom in his face distracts him, but they thump to the floor along with his briefs by the time she seizes his head in her hands once more. He meets her without restraint, hands quickly seating back at her hips, fighting the wine stain of lace as she rocks into him. His head tips back into the breathless heat of her mouth, a groan buried in her throat as he pulls her down into him further, his own hips surging into her with relief for the contact. It strikes through him like his soul has just been returned to his body, so empty until he had her warmth coasting over him.
The pom-poms kiss him equally too, soft bats of motion and plush frenzy that knock against him in a manner that will linger long through this memory, he's sure. “Tell me how bad, Flora,” he manages, the sound rough as he chases the friction, fingers digging into her side like he’s afraid she might roll away otherwise. His thumbs hook at her hips with every intention of removing the last thing keeping her from him—and stop.
The fabric doesn't yield, and without missing a beat, he runs his thumbs back and tries again. He tugs, firmer this time, but nothing gives. The wild kiss breaks as he pulls back just enough to stare down at his hands. "The fuck?" He glances back up at her, then down again, brow furrowing. “You get the world's trickiest lingerie or ?” he breathes, incredulous.
Amid the early dessert course, his hands finish what they started behind her. Pants are undone and tugged free, his arousal springing forth in full force. The effort to fully discard them is occasionally forgotten when the strawberry slap of her bosom in his face distracts him, but they thump to the floor along with his briefs by the time she seizes his head in her hands once more. He meets her without restraint, hands quickly seating back at her hips, fighting the wine stain of lace as she rocks into him. His head tips back into the breathless heat of her mouth, a groan buried in her throat as he pulls her down into him further, his own hips surging into her with relief for the contact. It strikes through him like his soul has just been returned to his body, so empty until he had her warmth coasting over him.
The pom-poms kiss him equally too, soft bats of motion and plush frenzy that knock against him in a manner that will linger long through this memory, he's sure. “Tell me how bad, Flora,” he manages, the sound rough as he chases the friction, fingers digging into her side like he’s afraid she might roll away otherwise. His thumbs hook at her hips with every intention of removing the last thing keeping her from him—and stop.
The fabric doesn't yield, and without missing a beat, he runs his thumbs back and tries again. He tugs, firmer this time, but nothing gives. The wild kiss breaks as he pulls back just enough to stare down at his hands. "The fuck?" He glances back up at her, then down again, brow furrowing. “You get the world's trickiest lingerie or ?” he breathes, incredulous.
Kaisel
I could say forever, but forever ain't long enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
