KIADA
burn it into my collar, hollowed onto your wrist
She rocks with him, her focus entirely on him as she sets their rhythm. Her voice colors the air, the sensation slipping from her to him in the attuned bond, an overwhelming feeling of that wave as it rolls and tosses within her. His hips move with her lotions, her grip and strokes, and she picks up a small amount of speed with it — her position on his lap causing her to rise and fall with it not unlike the wakes of water that surround them.
His fingers continue their dance, bringing more of a flush to her skin, more warmth to the already hot water, and she burns with it — grinding her hips down into him each time she lowers herself, tightening around the fingers that dip inside her before she’s rising again with the attention granted on him. Her head tilts as she feels the nibbling bites, humming moans of acceptance slipping from her with it before he’s returning to the gentle kisses. “Harder.” She whimpers a small amount, wanting nothing more than to have him latch on.
She can feel his cock throb and twitch in her hand, and she ups the rhythm a bit, pulling away from his reach a small amount as her hand leaves his neck to the edge of the tub — a burning desire in her eyes. And she uses this advantage to pull herself a bit lower into the water, watching him with every second passing, a small raise of her brow as if to suggest to have him shift with her to kneel — wanting to take him and taste him.
His fingers continue their dance, bringing more of a flush to her skin, more warmth to the already hot water, and she burns with it — grinding her hips down into him each time she lowers herself, tightening around the fingers that dip inside her before she’s rising again with the attention granted on him. Her head tilts as she feels the nibbling bites, humming moans of acceptance slipping from her with it before he’s returning to the gentle kisses. “Harder.” She whimpers a small amount, wanting nothing more than to have him latch on.
She can feel his cock throb and twitch in her hand, and she ups the rhythm a bit, pulling away from his reach a small amount as her hand leaves his neck to the edge of the tub — a burning desire in her eyes. And she uses this advantage to pull herself a bit lower into the water, watching him with every second passing, a small raise of her brow as if to suggest to have him shift with her to kneel — wanting to take him and taste him.
heaven knows i don't follow, but i believe in this
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
