AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Pleasure bloomed in the wake of his skilled fingers, in his satisfied growl, in the hot breath against her ear. More than willing, she was ignited now, and her movements were all aimed to provoke the same, carnal feelings. Her hand moved slowly, easily, steadily. That was, until he paused. Something rustled out of his pocket and, feeling him press it into the palm of her hand, she realized what the wrapper possessed inside.
With a smile in her kiss, she let it deepen for a moment, to allow their tongues to meet again. She didn't part from him without running the tip of her tongue over his bottom lip, either. "You're smooth," she commented after, a soft laugh leaving her nostrils.
She untangled herself from him - and him from her. She slid off to sit beside him, to briefly examine the wrapper in her hand. Her face flushed, fully realizing that hot, bothersome feeling left at her core that traveled along her thighs. With a coy smile, she peered over at Milo, "Well? What are you waiting for?"
She gripped the corner of the wrapper between her teeth and pulled her own pants off, including the undergarments that accompanied them. She added them to the pile of clothes they'd already started. She acted like it was nothing when in reality she felt far too vulnerable, there beneath the scrutiny of his smoldering gaze. The scars that weaved over her shoulders, across her waist, dotted along her legs, none of them were exactly pretty.
She pushed those feelings down, waiting only for him to undress. She started applying the protection in that awkward way, prompting some help from Milo - unless, of course, he liked watching her struggle. "Sorry, I haven't done this in a while," she admitted sheepishly. The deeper blush of her cheeks was what betrayed her, revealing her embarrassment. She pulled back slightly to look at him, to admire the full extent of his beefcake body, biting her lip nervously.
With a smile in her kiss, she let it deepen for a moment, to allow their tongues to meet again. She didn't part from him without running the tip of her tongue over his bottom lip, either. "You're smooth," she commented after, a soft laugh leaving her nostrils.
She untangled herself from him - and him from her. She slid off to sit beside him, to briefly examine the wrapper in her hand. Her face flushed, fully realizing that hot, bothersome feeling left at her core that traveled along her thighs. With a coy smile, she peered over at Milo, "Well? What are you waiting for?"
She gripped the corner of the wrapper between her teeth and pulled her own pants off, including the undergarments that accompanied them. She added them to the pile of clothes they'd already started. She acted like it was nothing when in reality she felt far too vulnerable, there beneath the scrutiny of his smoldering gaze. The scars that weaved over her shoulders, across her waist, dotted along her legs, none of them were exactly pretty.
She pushed those feelings down, waiting only for him to undress. She started applying the protection in that awkward way, prompting some help from Milo - unless, of course, he liked watching her struggle. "Sorry, I haven't done this in a while," she admitted sheepishly. The deeper blush of her cheeks was what betrayed her, revealing her embarrassment. She pulled back slightly to look at him, to admire the full extent of his beefcake body, biting her lip nervously.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
