AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Her furtive, green gaze traveled up the length of his frame, noting the way his muscles buldged and flexed with each tiny movement. As his simmering eyes lifted up to her face, hers did the same for him. He would move his hands back to her body and she could not help but to do the same, one of her own hands prowling over his waistline with care. She could feel the small spotting of scars here and there. She was, once again, reminded of her own as his hands passed over them, over the large, singular patch that spread across a majority of her flank. Her skin there jumped at his touch, her breath hitched, only relaxing when he passed it.
She felt the trail of hair leading to his throbbing groin, pausing to tease that sensitive area for one tantalizing moment. It was then that his mouth nestled against her jaw. She heard his question but, between their heavy breaths and the want that reverberated deep in her flesh, it was lost in the night.
Without even meaning to, she was already answering him. The hand tracing along his waist continued until it reached around the smooth curve of his hip. Her other arm was wrapped around his neck. Suddenly, her gentle touch became a come-hither grip, pulling him onto her so she might drift back into the blankets with him. If he would give in, she'd hug him with her knees.
No clothes barred the way for them now, and she was desperate for him.
Letting go of his hip, she used her elbow to lift herself slightly off the ground, coiling her body against him so their skin could meet all the way across, feeling him pulse against her own hot mess. The arm around his neck became a caressing hand as she leaned her chin up to kiss him again.
She felt the trail of hair leading to his throbbing groin, pausing to tease that sensitive area for one tantalizing moment. It was then that his mouth nestled against her jaw. She heard his question but, between their heavy breaths and the want that reverberated deep in her flesh, it was lost in the night.
Without even meaning to, she was already answering him. The hand tracing along his waist continued until it reached around the smooth curve of his hip. Her other arm was wrapped around his neck. Suddenly, her gentle touch became a come-hither grip, pulling him onto her so she might drift back into the blankets with him. If he would give in, she'd hug him with her knees.
No clothes barred the way for them now, and she was desperate for him.
Letting go of his hip, she used her elbow to lift herself slightly off the ground, coiling her body against him so their skin could meet all the way across, feeling him pulse against her own hot mess. The arm around his neck became a caressing hand as she leaned her chin up to kiss him again.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
