Let me paint a picture for you, I'm feeling like Bob Ross
The dare of there being more queenly command buried in her still strikes him with such savage appeal he's tempted towards disobedience just to unearth it. Given the seat of her legs shortly around his head, he thinks better of it than teasing the guillotine of a woman's want when it's this close to the edge.
The ride of her against him is like the sea breaking around a dock. Her hips undulate with all the restless nature of waves, her body alive with the push and pull of the tide, retreating from the sensation just to roll right back into it with a suffocating force. He doesn't relent to the crash of her against him. Not the vice of her thighs trying to pull him into her own gravity, and not the rush of feeling that's blurred every remaining line of where one of them ends or begins. All he knows is that he means to drown himself in her.
He doesn’t speed up. If anything, the control of it turns sharper, more focused, each movement chosen with devastating care to ensure he alters nothing that'd pull her away by anything less than her choice. The bond leaves no room for guessing. He can feel the hitch just before it reaches her throat as if it's sitting in the back of his. Every tremor that crawls through her thighs trembles within his, each aching pulse of mounting pressure echoes inside him in equal response, straining for release. Instead of backing away from it, he leans in.
His hand tightens to hold her, anchoring her there while his mouth continues its unbearable attention. He draws the feeling out instead of rushing it, lets it climb higher and tighter until even the seconds between breaths seem stretched thin with it. Flora, he returns, the sound drawn out as his thoughts fray further to the feel of her. The curl of his fingers inside her beckon for her to break, his thumb sweeping off the slope of her ass and pressing in at the back as if he intends for no pleasure to hide out there either. That’s it, he coaxes, approval pouring through, the bond so open now there’s no point pretending restraint still exists between them. Let me feel it, he demands, merciless in the pursuit of their relief. Come undone.
The ride of her against him is like the sea breaking around a dock. Her hips undulate with all the restless nature of waves, her body alive with the push and pull of the tide, retreating from the sensation just to roll right back into it with a suffocating force. He doesn't relent to the crash of her against him. Not the vice of her thighs trying to pull him into her own gravity, and not the rush of feeling that's blurred every remaining line of where one of them ends or begins. All he knows is that he means to drown himself in her.
He doesn’t speed up. If anything, the control of it turns sharper, more focused, each movement chosen with devastating care to ensure he alters nothing that'd pull her away by anything less than her choice. The bond leaves no room for guessing. He can feel the hitch just before it reaches her throat as if it's sitting in the back of his. Every tremor that crawls through her thighs trembles within his, each aching pulse of mounting pressure echoes inside him in equal response, straining for release. Instead of backing away from it, he leans in.
His hand tightens to hold her, anchoring her there while his mouth continues its unbearable attention. He draws the feeling out instead of rushing it, lets it climb higher and tighter until even the seconds between breaths seem stretched thin with it. Flora, he returns, the sound drawn out as his thoughts fray further to the feel of her. The curl of his fingers inside her beckon for her to break, his thumb sweeping off the slope of her ass and pressing in at the back as if he intends for no pleasure to hide out there either. That’s it, he coaxes, approval pouring through, the bond so open now there’s no point pretending restraint still exists between them. Let me feel it, he demands, merciless in the pursuit of their relief. Come undone.
Kaisel
They don't gotta ask 'cause they know I'm him
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
