Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
She feels the way he welcomes her in against him, lowering his shoulders so that his mouth covers more of her. It takes an effort to hold herself in this perfected position with the way his tongue taunts at her nerves. She can feel each stroke pulsing through her thighs, chipping away at her steadiness. Her fingers dig in against his wrists at first, using him for support, nails tucking in when he sucks a kiss to her folds.
Milo's efforts soon gentle this bit of tension, though, when she feels his voice hum in against her - and it might just be her new favorite sound. Her inner thighs more fully relax into him, welcoming the faster curve of his warm tongue against her. Her hands loosen their grip on his wrists, allowing him more room to freely explore her, wherever he wants his hands to go. For now, she pushes her breasts up into his rougher hands, feeling her nipples harden beneath the coaxing brushes of his fingers.
Her eyelids sink over her eyes, the green almost completely absorbed by the black of her irises. Her skin is flushed a deep, dark red. Her chest flexes with each rapid flutter of her ribcage, the tremors traveling down between her thighs where she's begun to tremble more noticeably.
"Mmh... Milo..." his name colors her softened voice in a needy whimper. She tilts her head back down towards him, eyes barely open, lips parted, face burning. Each breath is heavy, hitched, and interrupted by quiet moans brought on by the caressing his mouth and hands do.
Milo's efforts soon gentle this bit of tension, though, when she feels his voice hum in against her - and it might just be her new favorite sound. Her inner thighs more fully relax into him, welcoming the faster curve of his warm tongue against her. Her hands loosen their grip on his wrists, allowing him more room to freely explore her, wherever he wants his hands to go. For now, she pushes her breasts up into his rougher hands, feeling her nipples harden beneath the coaxing brushes of his fingers.
Her eyelids sink over her eyes, the green almost completely absorbed by the black of her irises. Her skin is flushed a deep, dark red. Her chest flexes with each rapid flutter of her ribcage, the tremors traveling down between her thighs where she's begun to tremble more noticeably.
"Mmh... Milo..." his name colors her softened voice in a needy whimper. She tilts her head back down towards him, eyes barely open, lips parted, face burning. Each breath is heavy, hitched, and interrupted by quiet moans brought on by the caressing his mouth and hands do.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
