Aurelia
over the riots
above all the noise
above all the noise
She can feel the way he tempers himself against her, even as they fall together like missing pieces and they're filled with restless want. With a heavier breath, she lets go of her hold on his hair. Her fingers instead glide down around the back of his shoulders, the tips of her nails digging in a little harder the further down they tread. She leaves trails that blush against his sunkissed skin.
Her expression softens the moment he breathes out his love for her, too, the creases in her face smoothed over by the way the water washes over them, the feeling of his arms holding her there. He picks his rhythm carefully and with each new motion she relaxes more, allowing their pleasure more and more depth.
Hugging him with her legs, she spreads her hips to further accommodate him, and when she does she can feel him against her clit with every thrust. Her lips part further, forming a small 'o' shape as she tries to steady herself against the sensation. Her brows lower and she tilts her head toward his, though there's no desire for a kiss now; only his closeness as her hips roll back into him as much as they can. In her expressions, new as they might be to him, he'll find nothing but a reflection of his own emotions.
Flushed skin, heated and vulnerable, meshes with his and, despite the cooling water, the heat is inescapable. Euphoric pleasure coats her voice as it lifts for him, echoing against the shower walls. Her nails dig in harder as her fingers start to curl, and Milo will feel her hips tighten around his waist as her walls clench over his cock. A needy moan gasps through her lips as if a warning, or a desperate cry, "Milo-!"
Her expression softens the moment he breathes out his love for her, too, the creases in her face smoothed over by the way the water washes over them, the feeling of his arms holding her there. He picks his rhythm carefully and with each new motion she relaxes more, allowing their pleasure more and more depth.
Hugging him with her legs, she spreads her hips to further accommodate him, and when she does she can feel him against her clit with every thrust. Her lips part further, forming a small 'o' shape as she tries to steady herself against the sensation. Her brows lower and she tilts her head toward his, though there's no desire for a kiss now; only his closeness as her hips roll back into him as much as they can. In her expressions, new as they might be to him, he'll find nothing but a reflection of his own emotions.
Flushed skin, heated and vulnerable, meshes with his and, despite the cooling water, the heat is inescapable. Euphoric pleasure coats her voice as it lifts for him, echoing against the shower walls. Her nails dig in harder as her fingers start to curl, and Milo will feel her hips tighten around his waist as her walls clench over his cock. A needy moan gasps through her lips as if a warning, or a desperate cry, "Milo-!"
through all the worry
i still hear your voice
i still hear your voice
