I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
Flora moans into the curve of Kaisel's neck as he flips them, the sound thick with satisfaction and rising need as his body presses into hers. Her legs part instinctively beneath him, thighs falling open in open invitation as her arms wrap around his neck, drawing him impossibly closer. The weight of him is divine, delicious, pressing into her like he means to carve himself into her ribs and write himself into her bones. It knocks every last breath from her lungs, replacing air with flame, with want.
When he pulls her hat down over her eyes, she doesn’t bother fixing it. She doesn’t need to see, not when every nerve is lit up like bioluminescence beneath her skin, shimmering and alive. The world vanishes behind the veil of darkness and strawberry-sweet heat, her vision replaced by sensation alone. His descent is maddening, slow enough to set her trembling beneath his touch, to turn her anticipation into something unholy and sharp. She fists the sheets at her sides, trying and failing not to squirm, her body betraying her with every gasp, every ripple of muscle that answers his hands and his mouth.
As her legs are lifted, her breath stutters out of her as she feels his mouth lower between her thighs, hot breath brushing over the barely-there lace like a promise wrapped in fire. The sudden, electric contact is enough to tear a cry from her lips, her back arching from the bed as the magical lace does its job. It vanishes like spun sugar on his tongue, leaving nothing between her and the heat of his mouth.
A desperate sound claws its way out of her. One hand stays anchored to the bed, but the other lifts helplessly, fingers tangling into his hair as if she can’t bear the idea of him stopping, not even for a second. When tongue drives into her she moans his name, thighs tightening around him, body helpless to do anything but ride the wave of sensation that crashes through her like a summer storm. It’s too much and not enough, a wildfire fed by gasoline, a need that burns brighter the closer she gets.
Her toes curl, her hips rock without rhythm; she’s drowning in it, swimming in pleasure so thick it’s hard to breathe, to think, to remember anything but the feel of his mouth and the sound of her own ragged moans. She could let him keep going, gods knew he could make her cum like this so easily if she let him, but she's too greedy for even an ounce of patience anymore.
"Kai, please," she gasps, her voice breathy and soaked in heat as she loosens her hold on his hair and drags the hat up over her eyes. Her vision returns in a blur of colour and need; cheeks flushed coral, curls clinging to her temples, aqua eyes heavy-lidded and pleading openly. Her lips part around the only thing that matters now. "Gods," she whispers, trembling. "Please, I need you." Her breath is ragged and the air smells like strawberry and want. "Fuck me." Her voice trembles around the plea, chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths that make her breasts rise with each inhale. A flush blooms across her collarbones and spills downward in waves of heat, painting her skin a dewy pink that deepens across the soft swell of her breasts. Every part of her feels alive, overbright, too aware; her stomach fluttering with each desperate breath, her thighs trembling where they rest over his shoulders, her whole body caught between surrender and demand.
When he pulls her hat down over her eyes, she doesn’t bother fixing it. She doesn’t need to see, not when every nerve is lit up like bioluminescence beneath her skin, shimmering and alive. The world vanishes behind the veil of darkness and strawberry-sweet heat, her vision replaced by sensation alone. His descent is maddening, slow enough to set her trembling beneath his touch, to turn her anticipation into something unholy and sharp. She fists the sheets at her sides, trying and failing not to squirm, her body betraying her with every gasp, every ripple of muscle that answers his hands and his mouth.
As her legs are lifted, her breath stutters out of her as she feels his mouth lower between her thighs, hot breath brushing over the barely-there lace like a promise wrapped in fire. The sudden, electric contact is enough to tear a cry from her lips, her back arching from the bed as the magical lace does its job. It vanishes like spun sugar on his tongue, leaving nothing between her and the heat of his mouth.
A desperate sound claws its way out of her. One hand stays anchored to the bed, but the other lifts helplessly, fingers tangling into his hair as if she can’t bear the idea of him stopping, not even for a second. When tongue drives into her she moans his name, thighs tightening around him, body helpless to do anything but ride the wave of sensation that crashes through her like a summer storm. It’s too much and not enough, a wildfire fed by gasoline, a need that burns brighter the closer she gets.
Her toes curl, her hips rock without rhythm; she’s drowning in it, swimming in pleasure so thick it’s hard to breathe, to think, to remember anything but the feel of his mouth and the sound of her own ragged moans. She could let him keep going, gods knew he could make her cum like this so easily if she let him, but she's too greedy for even an ounce of patience anymore.
"Kai, please," she gasps, her voice breathy and soaked in heat as she loosens her hold on his hair and drags the hat up over her eyes. Her vision returns in a blur of colour and need; cheeks flushed coral, curls clinging to her temples, aqua eyes heavy-lidded and pleading openly. Her lips part around the only thing that matters now. "Gods," she whispers, trembling. "Please, I need you." Her breath is ragged and the air smells like strawberry and want. "Fuck me." Her voice trembles around the plea, chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths that make her breasts rise with each inhale. A flush blooms across her collarbones and spills downward in waves of heat, painting her skin a dewy pink that deepens across the soft swell of her breasts. Every part of her feels alive, overbright, too aware; her stomach fluttering with each desperate breath, her thighs trembling where they rest over his shoulders, her whole body caught between surrender and demand.
and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
