AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Their lips touched in a moment that unleashed her contained desire. The sigh that breathed out from him, the tangles unfurled by his wandering touch, softened the tensed muscles along her tough body. His hand smoothed across her hot, flushed skin. Her own breath was hot and soon heavy against his cheek.
His searching fingers would find ridges and marks of her own, remnants of old battles won and lost. A prominent scar arced out from her soft sleeve and swiveled down her shoulder, inflicted with a cruelty quite opposite to his gentle, craving touch.
His hand and his body would both feel a heavy shudder that radiated from her as she let his hand pass down her back. Her core muscles tightened against his stomach in reflex, that instinct to push back spiking stubbornly. She didn't give it much ground to stand on, though. Without needing to be guided, she eagerly pushed up against his center. Her hips beckoned him not once but, twice. Still, Aurelia didn't want to waste this moment, either, and she steadied herself.
Their shared heat radiated from her body, her eyes fluttering closed. Her teeth fumbled along his lip without thinking, probing. When they finally found the perfect grip, she gently bit against his soft, puckered bottom lip.
His searching fingers would find ridges and marks of her own, remnants of old battles won and lost. A prominent scar arced out from her soft sleeve and swiveled down her shoulder, inflicted with a cruelty quite opposite to his gentle, craving touch.
His hand and his body would both feel a heavy shudder that radiated from her as she let his hand pass down her back. Her core muscles tightened against his stomach in reflex, that instinct to push back spiking stubbornly. She didn't give it much ground to stand on, though. Without needing to be guided, she eagerly pushed up against his center. Her hips beckoned him not once but, twice. Still, Aurelia didn't want to waste this moment, either, and she steadied herself.
Their shared heat radiated from her body, her eyes fluttering closed. Her teeth fumbled along his lip without thinking, probing. When they finally found the perfect grip, she gently bit against his soft, puckered bottom lip.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
