Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
Her own composure is gone and she can feel herself getting absorbed in the reactions she can draw from him. The way he gasps and squirms beneath her makes her melt and gush, because this is exactly where she wants him. Her grip on his hip eases up. Her fingers smooth over the pink imprints she's made on his skin and glide up towards his waist, but her concentration is still centered.
When their eyes meet and his voice echoes through his body and she takes him between her lips again, she can only truly respond with a quiet hum to let him know that she's deriving pleasure from his own. There's a lot she wants to tell him but expressing it in this way just feels more raw, more emotional, more connected. So her lips won't part from him from this point, not until she pushes him over the edge.
She sucks him in to more fully cover his cock with her soft, moist mouth. Her body shifts as she gets into a steadier rhythm, far less teasing, far more giving, losing herself to every sound and movement he makes. One of her thighs arches over his leg to hold him beneath her. She can feel it building, that orgasmic tension, and she wants nothing more than to bring it out of him. Her eyes watch his reactions, to use them as a guide, to make certain that he feels good with each push and pull of her mouth, each swirl of her tongue - but most importantly, to get lost in him.
When their eyes meet and his voice echoes through his body and she takes him between her lips again, she can only truly respond with a quiet hum to let him know that she's deriving pleasure from his own. There's a lot she wants to tell him but expressing it in this way just feels more raw, more emotional, more connected. So her lips won't part from him from this point, not until she pushes him over the edge.
She sucks him in to more fully cover his cock with her soft, moist mouth. Her body shifts as she gets into a steadier rhythm, far less teasing, far more giving, losing herself to every sound and movement he makes. One of her thighs arches over his leg to hold him beneath her. She can feel it building, that orgasmic tension, and she wants nothing more than to bring it out of him. Her eyes watch his reactions, to use them as a guide, to make certain that he feels good with each push and pull of her mouth, each swirl of her tongue - but most importantly, to get lost in him.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
