last couple of months kinda been a disaster
Her fingers wrap around his length, teasing and taunting him with her slow strokes that have him wishing to move closer to her, to capture her lips, to run his hands along every part of her skin that he can. But he waits, through the hitch of his breath and the flush to his neck and cheeks as he makes her withdraw, pulling that wet shirt from off of her skin, to run his hands along her sides and under her breasts, to ghost along her nipples before she’s making him pause to remove his own.
Which ends in it promptly wrapped around his arms, trapped between the wet fabric, unable to figure out where to start undoing this tangle, before he’s spun around and sunk onto the bed. He’s only acutely focused on trying to release himself from the bind when she’s going for it and he can’t help the briefest surprised groan that leaves his lips, has his chin tilting up, forcing himself to still against the need of his hips to press against her for more.
Because she delivers, and he’s given up on the shirt, leaving it tangled around his wrists and forearms at this point, leaving his head to be lifted just enough to watch her run her take the tip of his cock into her mouth. He trembles a fraction in his legs, his cock twitches, he swallows hard after a sharp inhale of breath that’s taken as he watches her. “Fuck, ‘Relia.” He hums to her, voice husky and breathy, waiting with an eagerness to see what she does next, unable to keep the crooked smirk from his face as he absolutely forgets about the state of his arms. “Show’m more.” He somehow manages to say.
Which ends in it promptly wrapped around his arms, trapped between the wet fabric, unable to figure out where to start undoing this tangle, before he’s spun around and sunk onto the bed. He’s only acutely focused on trying to release himself from the bind when she’s going for it and he can’t help the briefest surprised groan that leaves his lips, has his chin tilting up, forcing himself to still against the need of his hips to press against her for more.
Because she delivers, and he’s given up on the shirt, leaving it tangled around his wrists and forearms at this point, leaving his head to be lifted just enough to watch her run her take the tip of his cock into her mouth. He trembles a fraction in his legs, his cock twitches, he swallows hard after a sharp inhale of breath that’s taken as he watches her. “Fuck, ‘Relia.” He hums to her, voice husky and breathy, waiting with an eagerness to see what she does next, unable to keep the crooked smirk from his face as he absolutely forgets about the state of his arms. “Show’m more.” He somehow manages to say.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
