we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
"I did," you confirm through gasping breaths, the words a low growl in your throat as pressure and pleasure creeps down your spine. The pause in her rhythm has you squirming, your hips arcing up and your fingers tightening in the raven hair as the heat of her mouth leaves your cock quivering in the cold.
As for proving it? "As y'wish," you grin back fervently, throwing down your head as she resumes her attentions. It doesn't take much - she's been driving you wild all evening as it is, and the stress of the past weeks leave you susceptible to any sort of stimulus. And while you might normally have tried to hold out and linger on the precipice of pleasure, who are you to deny the woman who's currently sucking your cock on a magic carpet suspended over the open sea?
So you cum, hard and fast, your body shuddering as a wild moan rips its way from your chest. In the aftermath you lie there dazed, blinking as your breath steadies and the aftershocks ripple and subside. Your hands stay on her in any way they can, wanting closeness, caressing appreciatively, broad and calloused and warm. The temptation to close your eyes and surrender entirely to the delicious post-coital exhaustion is strong, but you somehow fight it off.
"Fuck, Vai," you murmur expressively, pressing your lips to any part of her you can reach. "I think I'll keep y'around."
As for proving it? "As y'wish," you grin back fervently, throwing down your head as she resumes her attentions. It doesn't take much - she's been driving you wild all evening as it is, and the stress of the past weeks leave you susceptible to any sort of stimulus. And while you might normally have tried to hold out and linger on the precipice of pleasure, who are you to deny the woman who's currently sucking your cock on a magic carpet suspended over the open sea?
So you cum, hard and fast, your body shuddering as a wild moan rips its way from your chest. In the aftermath you lie there dazed, blinking as your breath steadies and the aftershocks ripple and subside. Your hands stay on her in any way they can, wanting closeness, caressing appreciatively, broad and calloused and warm. The temptation to close your eyes and surrender entirely to the delicious post-coital exhaustion is strong, but you somehow fight it off.
"Fuck, Vai," you murmur expressively, pressing your lips to any part of her you can reach. "I think I'll keep y'around."
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