Empty Bottle

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

And now it was her turn to give into him, to let him have what he wanted. It was what she wanted, too. As that space between them melted away beneath their burning, she felt him in a whole new way, felt him ease into her, felt the extent of his desire, and she moaned tenderly into his mouth. Their kiss, soft and rough all at once, was interrupted by the hum of breath that left him. That guttural sound was the cherry on top, made her gush, made her feel intoxicated, made her open up to him.

If he was expecting anything less, he'd be pleasantly surprised to find her quite alright - to say the least. Her mouth parted in a breathy sigh with their melding of flesh and fire and soul; two bodies into one. Through her half-closed eyes, through the lust that churned in them, she noticed that look on his face; the slight concern in his eyes. She blinked up at him, at his handsome face outlined by the starry sky above.

"I'm fine... Milo," she murmured, her soft tones drawing out his name as if it were made of molasses; sweet and savory and worth the time.

Her legs shifted to let him deepen their connection, her hips gave a gentle roll for emphasis, and her breath turned so very shallow. Then, she put both arms around his neck to coax him further into the blankets with her, to tangle her fingers deep into his hair. Her nose tilted up to nudge along his, her mouth edging closer but not quite going for it, simply relishing that close proximity, breathing in unison with him, moving with him, tuning into his movements, his wants, his needs, to better give herself to him.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep