VARUS
He shudders as he hears her sounds, peering down at her through the curtain of dark hair, seeing just how predatory her gaze has become, and there’s a part of him that certainly wants to see just how wild she can drive him. He has his suspicions, of course, but it’s nothing like the way she presses down and guides him in and she’s so wet that he slips in without much issue. He groans, rolling his hips to press into her further, bracing himself as he reaches up to run a hand through her golden hair.
Her legs make it difficult for him to pull back, sinking into her fully and having to stay there for a few moments longer. He nips at her tongue in turn, before his arm slips around her middle and he twists them, moving to where she’s atop him and he can press up against her, freeing his hands to continue to palm at her breasts. He pulls away from the kiss with it, the shift, and flashes a crooked hazy smirk up at her. “You’re beautiful.” He hums, finally free enough to snap his hips up into her.
Her legs make it difficult for him to pull back, sinking into her fully and having to stay there for a few moments longer. He nips at her tongue in turn, before his arm slips around her middle and he twists them, moving to where she’s atop him and he can press up against her, freeing his hands to continue to palm at her breasts. He pulls away from the kiss with it, the shift, and flashes a crooked hazy smirk up at her. “You’re beautiful.” He hums, finally free enough to snap his hips up into her.
stories without a few let downs are boring when told
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
