The roll of her hips is like the press of the sea, and you feel you could easily drift away in it, carried on her swell. You rise and crest against her body, hungry for more, each stroke driving you fucking mad in a way you would never trade. Her hand has joined yours in pleasing her and you let her take over for the moment, moving instead to grab her ass hard, to pull her yourself even deeper into her.
It's a wild ride, like catching a particularly choice wave on a perfect evening. You can taste the sweat and smoke on her skin, your lips pressing greedily to the curve of her jaw. Pressure like a floodgate is rising in your belly, brought higher each time she moves against you but never quite at its peak. Dropping back so you're leaning on your right arm, you look up at her with a wicked grin, coffee eyes hooded and glazed with want. "Fuck you're gorgeous," you moan up to her, a serenade of breasts and flesh and the lips now bruised from kissing. "Feels so good to be inside'a you. Nani loa."
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
