Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
His hips press forward and she has to keep hers from pressing back in against him. Her jaw feathers shut, focusing selflessly on him. There's little hesitation before she's wrapping her fingers around his cock and starting off with slow, coaxing strokes. The question is so broad and there's all these answers she has, but she knows what she wants to do to him right here, right now. To deepen his needs, fire him up, bring him to the edge of all edges and then... give him everything.
"It's easier if I show you," she murmurs, eyes hovering over his as she leans into the motions of her hand. She shifts with muted craving as his fingers dig into her skin, but she pulls her hands away to lift them, to let him discard her shirt since that's what he wants.
She breathes a little easier without the unnecessary weight of a damp shirt over her breasts. She moves to offer him a similar relief. Only, before his shirt gets over his head, she makes a mischievous effort to tangle it around his arms and face, smiling to herself about it. Using this opportunity, she moves to switch places with him, to sweep him around so that he'll fall back into the bed.
Then she's moving herself down to give attention where she most wants to, to let him figure his way out of his own shirt. His shorts and boxers are shimmied down to more fully reveal his hard and ready cock. Her hand reaches to gently steady it against her wet, eager tongue. She takes her time to ease over the entirety of his length. Darkened eyes peer up, watching for his reaction as she starts to envelope the tip of his penis between her soft lips.
"It's easier if I show you," she murmurs, eyes hovering over his as she leans into the motions of her hand. She shifts with muted craving as his fingers dig into her skin, but she pulls her hands away to lift them, to let him discard her shirt since that's what he wants.
She breathes a little easier without the unnecessary weight of a damp shirt over her breasts. She moves to offer him a similar relief. Only, before his shirt gets over his head, she makes a mischievous effort to tangle it around his arms and face, smiling to herself about it. Using this opportunity, she moves to switch places with him, to sweep him around so that he'll fall back into the bed.
Then she's moving herself down to give attention where she most wants to, to let him figure his way out of his own shirt. His shorts and boxers are shimmied down to more fully reveal his hard and ready cock. Her hand reaches to gently steady it against her wet, eager tongue. She takes her time to ease over the entirety of his length. Darkened eyes peer up, watching for his reaction as she starts to envelope the tip of his penis between her soft lips.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
