Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
The groan reverberating from deep in his throat slows her motions, caressing his skin with an opened mouth. She leaves little wet spots as she makes her way up towards his lips, but she doesn't rush to them. Not even though she wants to, wants to use her tongue to explore his mouth for the hundredth time like it's the first time. Not even when he adjusts their bodies and pushes inside of her, giving her exactly what she wants.
Suddenly she falls short of another kiss to his jawline and a soft breath pulls in from the air around them. Her voice hitches in her throat, a muffled, pleased sound. He drives himself deeper, deeper, until he's filled her up completely, earning a shuddering gasp. Her head falls back against the bed and her body writhes beneath him, to press up against him needily.
At his pause, she agonizes beneath him, a depraved moan rolling through her chest. She wants him, needs him. She's ready for him, for everything he's got - she's been ready. Her legs lift higher and spread further around his hips to take him just a bit deeper; her nipples push up into his warm skin, sore from that aching need.
When she thinks she can't take it anymore, he moves, pulls back and almost out of her. Her expression softens, brows curling with reluctance at that, "Milo-" but his name gets cut off as he plunges back into her. She takes every inch of him with a higher-pitched cry, almost startled. Already, her lunges start to heave with the anticipation, from the ecstasy.
Her hand reaches down from his hair to cup his cheek, thumb finding his lip, and she leans in to try and kiss him again. If she can have it, she'll pause only to whimper desperately into his mouth, "Mmh, fuck me," Her hips rock gently against his and the fingers along his backside dig in harder.
Suddenly she falls short of another kiss to his jawline and a soft breath pulls in from the air around them. Her voice hitches in her throat, a muffled, pleased sound. He drives himself deeper, deeper, until he's filled her up completely, earning a shuddering gasp. Her head falls back against the bed and her body writhes beneath him, to press up against him needily.
At his pause, she agonizes beneath him, a depraved moan rolling through her chest. She wants him, needs him. She's ready for him, for everything he's got - she's been ready. Her legs lift higher and spread further around his hips to take him just a bit deeper; her nipples push up into his warm skin, sore from that aching need.
When she thinks she can't take it anymore, he moves, pulls back and almost out of her. Her expression softens, brows curling with reluctance at that, "Milo-" but his name gets cut off as he plunges back into her. She takes every inch of him with a higher-pitched cry, almost startled. Already, her lunges start to heave with the anticipation, from the ecstasy.
Her hand reaches down from his hair to cup his cheek, thumb finding his lip, and she leans in to try and kiss him again. If she can have it, she'll pause only to whimper desperately into his mouth, "Mmh, fuck me," Her hips rock gently against his and the fingers along his backside dig in harder.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
