It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts
Another moan, another groan as he is kissing her, whatever game he was playing evidently done as he gives into the cravings of his body, to the yearning, the carnal desires. He is so consumed by her, so pliable to her whims, even as she was pliable to his. They fit against each other so well, two halves making a whole, drinking each other and relishing the opportunity to over and over again.it's been written in the scars on our hearts
Hips roll and buck as her hand explores him, seeking to put the protection on, 'helping' inasmuch as his more primal needs let him help. He is excited by her touch, as he always is; it sends a dizzying amount of heat and sensation roiling through him. He hasn’t time to relish the sensation, before another is pressed against him - or rather, she is pressed against him.
He rolls with her motion, letting her take the lead, the prime position, laying down beneath her as gravity pulls his back to the bed with her on top of him. But he pushes himself more upright with an elbow, his strong back leaning forward, drinking her hungrily. The hand not propping him up presses against her hip, helping her find leverage and guiding her down upon his eagerly awaiting member.
That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again
and we can learn to love again
CHULANE
