Let our love be a flame, not an ember
Say it's me that you want to dismember
Nerissa fit so well against him it was as if they were made for each other. Olavi shivered as nails ran down his chest, arching his back just slightly as the tingles of the sensation shot down his skin and right into the heat building below. "It's what I'm here for." He replied with a smirk on his lips: they reiterated these roles regularly, him swearing his allegiance and her asserting her dominance over him.
She was the only person he would ever allow to do it and she had made it into an art.
"I want...to make you glad you chose me." Olavi said, voice low and soft as he ran his hands up her sides and went to cup her breasts, thumbs stroking over her nipples as he bit his lip at the sight of her above him. "I want to make you feel good, Neri." On her name, he squeezed just slightly and bucked his hips up into her, knowing she had to be feeling some of the heat he was.
She was the only person he would ever allow to do it and she had made it into an art.
"I want...to make you glad you chose me." Olavi said, voice low and soft as he ran his hands up her sides and went to cup her breasts, thumbs stroking over her nipples as he bit his lip at the sight of her above him. "I want to make you feel good, Neri." On her name, he squeezed just slightly and bucked his hips up into her, knowing she had to be feeling some of the heat he was.
Blacken my eye, Set fire to my tie
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
Olavi
Base Code by Sky!
