Just take my hand and come with me

KIADA

burn it into my collar, hollowed onto your wrist

His breath hitches and she can’t help the slight smirk that crosses her face as she presses against him, against his hands that roam along her thigh, along the scars on her back. But her hand trails lower, the other finding purchase along his skin, fingers tangling in the curls at the base of his neck. They both shift, her hips granting him access and his own giving her more room to work with, and she gladly takes it, dipping her fingers lower until she finds his cock, running her fingers along the length of it in a slow taunt even as she becomes acutely aware of where his own hands dance.

If she’s being honest, she hasn’t entirely thought this fully through. But they’re in it now, and she burns as she settles in the water with him, steam rippling from pale skin that hints some redness with the warmth he sparks from her. And she practically purrs with the feel of him in her hand, grasping with a soft enough grip to be aimed at prolonging this.

There’s a gasp of breath as she feels him explore her, a soft moan slipping from her lips as he finds the right buttons to press, and she begins to burn with it — lips seeking his, to swallow his own and pair them with hers, her hand moving to wrap around his length and stroke upward roughly around the same time as those tantalizing fingers slip inside her. She pulls away from their kiss in time for his lips to find her neck, her head tilting away to give him more room, grinding down on his hand while simultaneously sliding her hand along his cock, bright and chiming moans slipping from her lips, eyelids fluttering shut as she tries to pick a smooth enough rhythm for the both of them that prolongs this game.

heaven knows i don't follow, but i believe in this