AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
The edge is crossed sooner than she expects, her thighs tensing with it as it pulsed through her and into Milo. A shake extends through her lower body, her lips quivering with the muffled sounds they make, trying to control herself as well as he is. They both fall short of holding back, flaring and bursting in tune with each other. She can hear and feel him reach that point - and she lets go too. Her ribcage stiffens and her body follows in one tremendous release, those steamy breaths leaving her in long, drawn out exertions in feeble attempts to catch up.
Relaxing, she lets her arms glide back across his skin, massaging and working their way back to his face, cupping his features in them.
It is then that she can finally let everything else in; the washing of the ocean against the sand, the quiet popping of a dying fire, the rolling breeze as it pestered the sweat lining their bodies. All these things had fallen into some distant peripheral until then, now suddenly crashing around her. She closed her eyes and relished in that lasting moment of chaotic bliss, letting one of her hands fall back into the sands beneath them as the other rubbed its thumb along his jawline. A daze befell her, lightheaded and lustful.
"Hmm..." the croon left her lips with the same glow that dwelled across her face. A few moments passed. Her eyes opened to envelope him again, the want still festering in their green depths - by no means lessened in spite of it all. "You shouldn't go home more often." A laugh vibrated up to her lips from her ribs.
Relaxing, she lets her arms glide back across his skin, massaging and working their way back to his face, cupping his features in them.
It is then that she can finally let everything else in; the washing of the ocean against the sand, the quiet popping of a dying fire, the rolling breeze as it pestered the sweat lining their bodies. All these things had fallen into some distant peripheral until then, now suddenly crashing around her. She closed her eyes and relished in that lasting moment of chaotic bliss, letting one of her hands fall back into the sands beneath them as the other rubbed its thumb along his jawline. A daze befell her, lightheaded and lustful.
"Hmm..." the croon left her lips with the same glow that dwelled across her face. A few moments passed. Her eyes opened to envelope him again, the want still festering in their green depths - by no means lessened in spite of it all. "You shouldn't go home more often." A laugh vibrated up to her lips from her ribs.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
