Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
She lets her fingers push and pull gently through his hair, watching lazily the way he moves into it. Attentively, she continues the pleasure she's giving him through this small act before she can't resist pulling him back in towards her. His voice is a soft purr into the minute space between them and she sighs, uplifted because he does know what she means to say. "It feels perfect," she whispers in confirmation, eyelids heavy, filled with want for him.
The movement of her hips doesn't intend to be a torture. In fact she's barely aware of it, until he reacts and presses his hips in tighter against her. Her breath audibly stammers in reaction until his mouth moves back in against hers. Her lips are a plush and ready cushion to his. Even if the fact that he's teasing her drives her insane, makes her lower regions throb and stir with arousal, she wants it more than anything. Her fingers wind through his hair, bunching at the back of his head.
A breath sucks in desperately when he parts their lips, perking her nose up to nudge his again, and she can barely look at him through her own haze. Her mouth hangs gently open and she tilts her head back with another arch of her hips, starkly aware of the way his own need grows for her. "Don't stop..." she pleads him.
She leans up, not willing to wait even so, using an elbow to support herself, and her lips catch the side of his neck. The hand in his hair tugs at him to pull his head back and make this easier for her. She buries her face into a lasting kiss, sucking at his softer skin so that it fits between gentle teeth.
Her elbow eases down and she brings him with her to continue the loving kisses on his neck, before that free hand drags across his back, her leg rubbing over his. Her tongue moves across his skin to soothe the mark she's left, tasting his sweat and delighting in his warmth. "Please," it's a quick, muffled pant into his throat before she tilts her head to work her lips towards his mouth again.
The movement of her hips doesn't intend to be a torture. In fact she's barely aware of it, until he reacts and presses his hips in tighter against her. Her breath audibly stammers in reaction until his mouth moves back in against hers. Her lips are a plush and ready cushion to his. Even if the fact that he's teasing her drives her insane, makes her lower regions throb and stir with arousal, she wants it more than anything. Her fingers wind through his hair, bunching at the back of his head.
A breath sucks in desperately when he parts their lips, perking her nose up to nudge his again, and she can barely look at him through her own haze. Her mouth hangs gently open and she tilts her head back with another arch of her hips, starkly aware of the way his own need grows for her. "Don't stop..." she pleads him.
She leans up, not willing to wait even so, using an elbow to support herself, and her lips catch the side of his neck. The hand in his hair tugs at him to pull his head back and make this easier for her. She buries her face into a lasting kiss, sucking at his softer skin so that it fits between gentle teeth.
Her elbow eases down and she brings him with her to continue the loving kisses on his neck, before that free hand drags across his back, her leg rubbing over his. Her tongue moves across his skin to soothe the mark she's left, tasting his sweat and delighting in his warmth. "Please," it's a quick, muffled pant into his throat before she tilts her head to work her lips towards his mouth again.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
