Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
His hands are warm and supportive around her, until one of them moves across her body to cup her full breast. Her skin flushes from it, from the way he moves into her - slowly, at first, seeming to enjoy the way she simmers and grows so, so desperate for him. He leans in to kiss her and she melts underneath it, her tongue striving to lick over his lips and taste him, hands wandering over him as he heaves into her, faster and harder.
He breaks the kiss but it's easy to forgive as he teases her ear and heats her skin with his soft, seductive words. They fill her heart and send goosebumps shivering all the way down, pushing herself up to welcome him into her. She wants nothing more than to make him feel good and her legs pull him in as he presses in, her muscles tightening around his hard cock. She groans suddenly when his teeth bite into her, her nails drawing red lines across his back.
She bucks up against him, rolling her hips with each stroke he gives her. Her fingers move over the backs of his hands, to guide them into circular motions or more dedicated attention to her nipples - she can't really decide which she wants more. The feelings he invokes turn her into a purring, moaning, restrained, soaking wet mess, trying her damnedest to give all she is to him without letting that tether snap yet. The problem with that is that he feels good, too, as he taunts and teases and thrusts her further and further toward that point.
He breaks the kiss but it's easy to forgive as he teases her ear and heats her skin with his soft, seductive words. They fill her heart and send goosebumps shivering all the way down, pushing herself up to welcome him into her. She wants nothing more than to make him feel good and her legs pull him in as he presses in, her muscles tightening around his hard cock. She groans suddenly when his teeth bite into her, her nails drawing red lines across his back.
She bucks up against him, rolling her hips with each stroke he gives her. Her fingers move over the backs of his hands, to guide them into circular motions or more dedicated attention to her nipples - she can't really decide which she wants more. The feelings he invokes turn her into a purring, moaning, restrained, soaking wet mess, trying her damnedest to give all she is to him without letting that tether snap yet. The problem with that is that he feels good, too, as he taunts and teases and thrusts her further and further toward that point.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
