AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
He gave, pushing up against her, and she took. She swept his shirt off of him in one swift motion, a lop-sided smile playing at her lips. She shifted with him as he moved and began to shed her of her own garment. Milo would find, beneath her thick shirt, that she was bare. Her skin ignited against his wandering hands, sensual shivers trailing along the length of her torso. She ushered a soft, sweet, "Mm," of her own as his mouth delved back in, and her head leaned back to suck in a breath of the cold, crisp air.
It wasn't long before she was back, though, squeezing her groin against him so that she might feel more of him. Containing her burning passion, she forced one of her hands between them to push him back, to part his mouth from her body so that she might get a better look at him. As much as she savored in making him smolder and crave, she was getting incredibly heated. She wasn't sure how much more she could take before she'd be tearing his pants off next.
Her fingers hooked around his chin and brought him back up to her mouth, where she hovered back. She wouldn't kiss him there, much as she was dying to now that his delicious lips were in front of her. Her mirthy gaze wandered over his face before she leaned against him, her breasts meshing with his skin. Her lips turned away from his mouth, though, and to his ear. Teeth, gentle, edged around the soft part of his earlobe.
Her breath was heavy and mischievous against his skin, remnants of a warm laugh in it. "You're going to let me call all the shots?" She whispered, an enticing dare in her soft, burning tones.
It wasn't long before she was back, though, squeezing her groin against him so that she might feel more of him. Containing her burning passion, she forced one of her hands between them to push him back, to part his mouth from her body so that she might get a better look at him. As much as she savored in making him smolder and crave, she was getting incredibly heated. She wasn't sure how much more she could take before she'd be tearing his pants off next.
Her fingers hooked around his chin and brought him back up to her mouth, where she hovered back. She wouldn't kiss him there, much as she was dying to now that his delicious lips were in front of her. Her mirthy gaze wandered over his face before she leaned against him, her breasts meshing with his skin. Her lips turned away from his mouth, though, and to his ear. Teeth, gentle, edged around the soft part of his earlobe.
Her breath was heavy and mischievous against his skin, remnants of a warm laugh in it. "You're going to let me call all the shots?" She whispered, an enticing dare in her soft, burning tones.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
