dance for me

REXANNA

we were fire and water.
love laced with sin

She can’t help but to be energized with the sounds that leave his lips, with the rhythm he picks, with the power behind each thrust. But as she turns them, as she settles on top of him and his hands find their way onto her hips, she uses it to her advantage to bring him in deeper – moaning easily and rather loudly with each thrust. But his hands begin to roam, and she lets them as she lays along him in a way that with each rock of her hip will glide her body just enough over his own.

Despite the ability to not feel as much pressure, she certainly is pleased with the attempts being made. And with it, his hand tangling in her hair as she kisses and caresses his neck, teasing and playing, listening through the moans of her nose as she sinks her fangs in deep. A mumbled sound leaves her, something between a whimper and a chimed groan at the feeling that overcomes her too. But it’s not only from the bite, no. She’s inherently focused, zeroed in on the feeling of him inside her, and when he twitches she tightens slightly around him.

He does his best to not dislodge her, but she can feel herself coming close as well, and she tries to prolong it – to make it last, before she realizes it’s not going to help her in the long run – and she removes her teeth from his neck to press her forehead against his own, sinking him in deep and tight into her as she shatters around him, his name leaving her lips in a loud sigh, legs trembling with a ferocity that even she can’t try and stop. She doesn’t know if he needs any more help than this, but she manages to tangle her hands and fingers into his dark curls, eyes smoldering and soft as they scan his face. “Come on, baby.” She hums to him, hips still bucking against his until he finishes too.

and whenever we happened to touch,
smoke rose from our skin.