LILY
oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
As the fabric of her shirt rips open, she laughs into his mouth, a joyful, lusty sound that ends in a full groan as her hips seem to have a mind of their own. Clearly she doesn’t care about torn clothing or the marks they might leave on each other. Using the bed for leverage, she grinds against his hardness, hands exploring his chest, his abs, the cut v of his muscles that trail down into pants that most definitely should be off, off, off.
And yet - she can wait a little longer. No one ever made sex better by rushing.
She moves to guide one of his hands to her ample breasts, to lick and squeeze and fondle, to play with her nipples before heading south. Unless he can multitask… Lily’s fingers dip and trace under the line of his pants, staying just beyond reach of his cock, because, well, who doesn’t like a little teasing?
