show me how it ends, it's alright
Neron expect there to be more - there usually is, in his experience - but for now, his request is enough for Morgan to lavish him with attention. He moans out a note of satisfaction to feel her lips and tongue take him in, having to resist the urge to buck his hips off the bed lest he do something very much ungentlemanly. One of his hands does stray to twine in her curls, however, the Hailstorm utterly lost in the pleasure of her touch.
And given just how long it has been between their tumbles together, it doesn't take Neron much time at all to find himself on the brink - which, of course, is exactly when Morgan chooses to draw back and away from him. "Fuck," he groans out, one hand slipping out of her hair while the other twists in the bedsheets. "Please - don't stop--" He can barely comprehend the words that spill from his lips, let alone the desperate tone of his voice.
And given just how long it has been between their tumbles together, it doesn't take Neron much time at all to find himself on the brink - which, of course, is exactly when Morgan chooses to draw back and away from him. "Fuck," he groans out, one hand slipping out of her hair while the other twists in the bedsheets. "Please - don't stop--" He can barely comprehend the words that spill from his lips, let alone the desperate tone of his voice.
Neron
