all my scars have got a tune
“Fuck.” He breathes as her hand wanders, as she’s met with a complete and utter willingness to do whatever it was she asked of him. It’s only fair that he pays her back for it, fingers dancing along her, giving in with each push and pull of her hips. His other hand continues its exploration, settled at her side and her chest, lips pressed to her neck, leaving marks behind that seem to ignite her more and it reflects within him. She withdraws suddenly, pulling them together, and he manages to get his hand out of the way to tug at the fabric that separates them.
It takes some work, distracted by the marks she leaves on his skin, but when he finally manages to come to some sense, his hips are pressing in against her, pulling her skirt up and shifting his hips so that his pants can slip down. It works for the most part as he braces himself against her, his head tilting this way and that as she blazes her path, his hands rising to slip under her shirt to run his fingers along perked nipples.
His head angles into her space again, seeking out her lips with another heavy and greedy kiss, wanting nothing more than to devour her.
It takes some work, distracted by the marks she leaves on his skin, but when he finally manages to come to some sense, his hips are pressing in against her, pulling her skirt up and shifting his hips so that his pants can slip down. It works for the most part as he braces himself against her, his head tilting this way and that as she blazes her path, his hands rising to slip under her shirt to run his fingers along perked nipples.
His head angles into her space again, seeking out her lips with another heavy and greedy kiss, wanting nothing more than to devour her.
there's a fire in my heart
and i can't stop it burning down
and i can't stop it burning down
MILO
