Need a hundred lifetimes kinda love
The mischief that creeps into her voice resonates cleanly through him despite the shiver that its delivery grants. It wedges in alongside the heat like a fresh spark waiting to catch, and oh, it does. Something bright and feral rises behind his eyes, a breathless laugh slipping out of him, rough and delighted. The sound of it is dragged low with want as his hands tighten reflexively at her hip. “With pleasure,” he answers without hesitation, the words still smiling on the curve of his lips as he moves, fluid and decisive.
He shifts them in one rolling motion, turning her beneath him so that her back meets the bed now and he rises above her. His weight settles in close enough to steal the air from her, the hard line of his cock slowly fitting back along the lace and her thighs with an aching patience. Of no mind to allow her time to adjust, he swiftly reaches up and tugs her hat down over her eyes, pom-poms swaying merrily as they become an improvised blindfold. Her golden curls stream out from under it in a wild and messy display, appearing like lightning striking into the sheets.
Leaning over her, he hovers, his breath the only betrayal of his admiration before his nose brushes the tip of hers. “Sit tight,” he instructs, voice so thoroughly drenched in want it bends warm and low against her lips. He doesn’t linger there though. Instead, he begins to descend. Hands trail down her sides, unhurried and exploratory, ranging from the whisper of fingertips to a pulse of grip that pushes into her skin. Along the way, brief kisses are generously applied to the tender areas of her body, punctuating the route. Eventually, the burning weight of his erection falls away from her, a momentary sacrifice for a greater gain, but not without seating her legs around him in a quiet promise not to go out of their reach.
He doesn’t draw it out, but he doesn’t rush, not until he gets to the line of lace that remains like the last stand of control. Here, he slides his thumbs over the fabric, tracing the feel of the enchanted cloth while his fingers curl around the dip at each hip. Once his grip is firm and sure against her, he pulls her toward him in one sudden, deliberate motion that has him exhaling sharply through his teeth. He’s guided her exactly where he wants her with a confidence that leaves no room for doubt, her ass now hanging off the edge of the bed, palms sliding up the bottoms of her thighs and tucking them over his shoulders like his latest scarf.
Steadily, he kneels before her, a thumb rolling up from her knee to the cradle of lace still clinging to her. His mouth follows, warm and purposeful as he claims the sweet strawberry once more. The burst of flavor is a reminder of what he’s already discovered, and what he clearly intends to enjoy further.
He shifts them in one rolling motion, turning her beneath him so that her back meets the bed now and he rises above her. His weight settles in close enough to steal the air from her, the hard line of his cock slowly fitting back along the lace and her thighs with an aching patience. Of no mind to allow her time to adjust, he swiftly reaches up and tugs her hat down over her eyes, pom-poms swaying merrily as they become an improvised blindfold. Her golden curls stream out from under it in a wild and messy display, appearing like lightning striking into the sheets.
Leaning over her, he hovers, his breath the only betrayal of his admiration before his nose brushes the tip of hers. “Sit tight,” he instructs, voice so thoroughly drenched in want it bends warm and low against her lips. He doesn’t linger there though. Instead, he begins to descend. Hands trail down her sides, unhurried and exploratory, ranging from the whisper of fingertips to a pulse of grip that pushes into her skin. Along the way, brief kisses are generously applied to the tender areas of her body, punctuating the route. Eventually, the burning weight of his erection falls away from her, a momentary sacrifice for a greater gain, but not without seating her legs around him in a quiet promise not to go out of their reach.
He doesn’t draw it out, but he doesn’t rush, not until he gets to the line of lace that remains like the last stand of control. Here, he slides his thumbs over the fabric, tracing the feel of the enchanted cloth while his fingers curl around the dip at each hip. Once his grip is firm and sure against her, he pulls her toward him in one sudden, deliberate motion that has him exhaling sharply through his teeth. He’s guided her exactly where he wants her with a confidence that leaves no room for doubt, her ass now hanging off the edge of the bed, palms sliding up the bottoms of her thighs and tucking them over his shoulders like his latest scarf.
Steadily, he kneels before her, a thumb rolling up from her knee to the cradle of lace still clinging to her. His mouth follows, warm and purposeful as he claims the sweet strawberry once more. The burst of flavor is a reminder of what he’s already discovered, and what he clearly intends to enjoy further.
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
