last couple of months kinda been a disaster
Her honeyed voice draws a shiver up his spine, goosebumps that drift along suntanned skin, pulling back to peer at her through suddenly smoldering bronze as he focuses on the trail her hand takes down his back. Then she’s pushing him back, too, and it takes a moment of readjusting, his hands lifting to run along her sides, slowly, until they reach her hips and he lifts his chin in a hum of a laugh when she gives her ultimatum.
“Y’know I have no probl’m with that.” His voice is a thick purr in response to her, but he manages to suck in a breath, pushing up against her – though his hips press up first, as if to tell her exactly what he’s thinking, before he’s pushing them both up a bit more fully and he tries to keep the flush from darkening around his neck and cheeks. “But gods I wan’ y’in m’bed.” He breathes against her lips, pressing against her with a deeper kiss, breaking only when he’s run out of breath, and he reluctantly moves to stand.
He shoves the bag of donuts in his pack, ensures that he hasn’t left anything behind, and then he’s reaching for her hand. “C’mon, ‘Relia.” He purrs, flashing a smirk her way, stepping through the last bit of the sand until the waves reach them again. It’d only take about five or ten minutes to get back to the beach proper, another bit to get back to the house – and then?
Then the world would become their oyster.
“Y’know I have no probl’m with that.” His voice is a thick purr in response to her, but he manages to suck in a breath, pushing up against her – though his hips press up first, as if to tell her exactly what he’s thinking, before he’s pushing them both up a bit more fully and he tries to keep the flush from darkening around his neck and cheeks. “But gods I wan’ y’in m’bed.” He breathes against her lips, pressing against her with a deeper kiss, breaking only when he’s run out of breath, and he reluctantly moves to stand.
He shoves the bag of donuts in his pack, ensures that he hasn’t left anything behind, and then he’s reaching for her hand. “C’mon, ‘Relia.” He purrs, flashing a smirk her way, stepping through the last bit of the sand until the waves reach them again. It’d only take about five or ten minutes to get back to the beach proper, another bit to get back to the house – and then?
Then the world would become their oyster.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
