flora
Suddenly in the good captain's lap, Flora is about to give herself another healthy swallow of her gin to chase the taste of Jack's mouth, when the bottle is forced from her hand in virtue of the world spinning around her. Air rushes from her lungs as her back hits the sand, but the breath that immediately fills her lungs is shivery with laughter and reckless approval. It isn't quite instinct--Flora isn't experienced enough for that-which guides her legs around his hips, but there's nothing clumsy about it either. Making no attempt to whisper sweet nothings in Jack's ear or even remove her shirt, Flora's hands immediately slip between their bodies to begin the process of relieving the captain of his pants while obfuscating her own efforts by grinding her hips upwards and against his.
Where Paige's body had been sweet and bound by warm curves the begged for methodical exploration, Jack was wirey and hard in all the right places, like a firework that had been pre-lit. Girl-sex had been all about taking their time and bringing each other along in equal measure, whereas right now all the Kaliesin girl wanted was to feel cock between her legs and kisses that would bruise pressed against her neck.
Where Paige's body had been sweet and bound by warm curves the begged for methodical exploration, Jack was wirey and hard in all the right places, like a firework that had been pre-lit. Girl-sex had been all about taking their time and bringing each other along in equal measure, whereas right now all the Kaliesin girl wanted was to feel cock between her legs and kisses that would bruise pressed against her neck.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
