Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
His hips gently rock up into her and she takes him with ease. The feeling of his fingers tangling into her hair, of his palm brushing over her cheek, it shivers her eyes closed. As much as she'd like to stay here, teasing and pleasing him as he tenses and groans beneath her, she also wants to make him feel good. No, better.
So when she can feel that tether that pulls them both in, she gives to it freely. In an attempt to keep him relaxed through it all, she bears more of her weight on his leg to still it. She consciously deepens her rhythms, slowing down just enough to let them relish in this final stretch. Her thigh curls in tighter around his leg in anticipation, in desire, her wetness seeping through her bottoms.
All of him is taken in with each stroke of her mouth, lowering herself all the way, again and again. Until it happens, that edge reached at last and she breathes a warm sigh against him, relaxing. She can taste him on her tongue as her muscles move to swallow all of him up.
When she finally comes up for air, her eyes are clouded and heavy with burning passion. They sweep upward, raking over his body. She moves now, over him, letting her warmth melt with his, digging her fingers into his hips.
She stops short to plant tender, open-mouthed kisses over his ribs and chest. Every other one includes the gentle grip of her teeth to leave small indications of her presence. She leans into these slow, patient passes with heavy breaths, absorbed entirely by him. Her own need for him to take her is so overwhelming that her groin subconsciously presses in more fully around him, muscles beginning to tremble with desperate desire. But she'll continue to shower him in affection for as long as he'll let her.
So when she can feel that tether that pulls them both in, she gives to it freely. In an attempt to keep him relaxed through it all, she bears more of her weight on his leg to still it. She consciously deepens her rhythms, slowing down just enough to let them relish in this final stretch. Her thigh curls in tighter around his leg in anticipation, in desire, her wetness seeping through her bottoms.
All of him is taken in with each stroke of her mouth, lowering herself all the way, again and again. Until it happens, that edge reached at last and she breathes a warm sigh against him, relaxing. She can taste him on her tongue as her muscles move to swallow all of him up.
When she finally comes up for air, her eyes are clouded and heavy with burning passion. They sweep upward, raking over his body. She moves now, over him, letting her warmth melt with his, digging her fingers into his hips.
She stops short to plant tender, open-mouthed kisses over his ribs and chest. Every other one includes the gentle grip of her teeth to leave small indications of her presence. She leans into these slow, patient passes with heavy breaths, absorbed entirely by him. Her own need for him to take her is so overwhelming that her groin subconsciously presses in more fully around him, muscles beginning to tremble with desperate desire. But she'll continue to shower him in affection for as long as he'll let her.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
