AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
She smiled against the side of his cheek but, when he actually accepted her challenge, it faded and she shifted, startled. Raising her brows, she glanced down between them as his fingers fished around the belt that clung to her waist. She let him take the reigns, though; it was what she wanted, after all. Only she wasn't expecting him to dive right in, and it really is a dive. She dug her fingernails into the back of his shoulder and hugged her lips against the top of his neck where it met with his jaw. Her hips lifted up slightly. A sharp inhale sucked in the air near his ear. He'll find her warm and wanting beneath his mouthwatering fingers.
His teeth along her neck and shoulder coaxed a quiet whimper from her lips, releasing the baited breath. "Oh," it was a needed release. The roll started in her shoulders, keen for his mouth to make its mark but, it built up in her ribs and it snaked along into the pit of her stomach, where it coiled. She had to stifle the lurch of her hips against his hand. Aiming to return the favor, her other hand reached for his waist. Yearning fingers unfastened the confines of his pants, taking her own dive into him, stroking, fondling.
Her chest was heaving, the sweat already accumulating between them. She didn't care; she wanted to make him sweat, wanted him in a pool of it by the time she was done with him - if she ever would be. Her mouth nuzzled into his dark, soft, red hair. "It's you I want," she lamented, her words muffled by his hair and the concentration and the feeling rising in her like a starved fire. She turned her head to press several tender kisses against him, seeking his lips.
His teeth along her neck and shoulder coaxed a quiet whimper from her lips, releasing the baited breath. "Oh," it was a needed release. The roll started in her shoulders, keen for his mouth to make its mark but, it built up in her ribs and it snaked along into the pit of her stomach, where it coiled. She had to stifle the lurch of her hips against his hand. Aiming to return the favor, her other hand reached for his waist. Yearning fingers unfastened the confines of his pants, taking her own dive into him, stroking, fondling.
Her chest was heaving, the sweat already accumulating between them. She didn't care; she wanted to make him sweat, wanted him in a pool of it by the time she was done with him - if she ever would be. Her mouth nuzzled into his dark, soft, red hair. "It's you I want," she lamented, her words muffled by his hair and the concentration and the feeling rising in her like a starved fire. She turned her head to press several tender kisses against him, seeking his lips.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
