Need a hundred lifetimes kinda love
Every sound she makes wrecks him. The tremor in her voice, the way her body rolls beneath his attention, the raw need in how she says his name. It all hits him with a heady current that threatens to drag him under, pulling him right into the crash of her thighs like a drowning he isn’t convinced he wants to resist. His hands tighten reflexively at her hips, staying afloat in the brace of her skin instead of the halo of her heat.
Her plea begs his eyes rise over the conquest of lace and composure, and he’d be more wicked in his response if he wasn’t already trembling on his knees for her. Seeing her come undone, being the one to unlace her, it’s a pleasure in it’s own right, but fuck if having her beg for him doesn’t ring through his entirety with the unbearable need to respond. “Mm, Flora,” he murmurs with a kiss pressing into either leg wrapped around him. ”Only because you said please.” The teasing roll stays low and rough as he rises, one arm hooking around her legs to keep them on his shoulders.
His other hand slides up the plane of her abdomen, fingers rising and falling with the slope of her muscle, greedy with appreciation. With the grip around her legs, he tugs her further off the bed and towards him, suspending her remaining balance into his care. He doesn’t delay further, his cock needing little direction with the flush of her body and the eager tilt of her hips calling to him. Tilting his head into the crook of her knee, he groans with the relief of delayed gratification finally seized as he steadily fills her.
”Every time,” he breaths, fingers flexing against her. ”Every time, you feel so damn good, Flora.” The praise is drug from somewhere deep within as he surrenders to the absolution of his want. His restraint doesn’t hold beyond the first, slow thrust. It grabs hold with an ache for more, more, more. Her angle off the bad grants him a depth that he chases mercilessly, his rhythm intent to break her apart on his name. That, and he wants to see the pom-poms wiggle.
Her plea begs his eyes rise over the conquest of lace and composure, and he’d be more wicked in his response if he wasn’t already trembling on his knees for her. Seeing her come undone, being the one to unlace her, it’s a pleasure in it’s own right, but fuck if having her beg for him doesn’t ring through his entirety with the unbearable need to respond. “Mm, Flora,” he murmurs with a kiss pressing into either leg wrapped around him. ”Only because you said please.” The teasing roll stays low and rough as he rises, one arm hooking around her legs to keep them on his shoulders.
His other hand slides up the plane of her abdomen, fingers rising and falling with the slope of her muscle, greedy with appreciation. With the grip around her legs, he tugs her further off the bed and towards him, suspending her remaining balance into his care. He doesn’t delay further, his cock needing little direction with the flush of her body and the eager tilt of her hips calling to him. Tilting his head into the crook of her knee, he groans with the relief of delayed gratification finally seized as he steadily fills her.
”Every time,” he breaths, fingers flexing against her. ”Every time, you feel so damn good, Flora.” The praise is drug from somewhere deep within as he surrenders to the absolution of his want. His restraint doesn’t hold beyond the first, slow thrust. It grabs hold with an ache for more, more, more. Her angle off the bad grants him a depth that he chases mercilessly, his rhythm intent to break her apart on his name. That, and he wants to see the pom-poms wiggle.
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
