Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
His movements - all of them - become slower, painstakingly slower, and she lets out a whimpering sound of protest. Another plea hitches in her breath; she's still drowning in the bliss he gives her. That tether relaxes to let her feel his full extent without the fogginess of an orgasm overcoming her senses. Her own motions slow down too, though it takes her a lot of effort to control herself enough to match and react in accordance to the new pace he's set. Her hands release from his, he doesn't need the help, and her own fingers grip into the sheets, nails snagging onto the soft material. She focuses on the way he fills her up so languidly and her nipples soften to his warming, swirling touch.
He says something to her and her gaze drifts up from his body towards his face, which she could never tire of looking at. Her own lips falter and she dissolves at the passion in his words, in their meaning. "Fuck, Milo," her words are emotional and sighing, breath hastening, "you do." He sinks into her again just as her appetite for him reaches a new summit.
She succumbs to impulse, using her hands to push herself up against him until she can nudge him further into his own sitting position. He needn't move much but she readjusts to pull herself more fully onto his lap, atop him, to take her fair share of the reigns.
Her hands move up to wrap around his neck and shoulders, and she shudders to grind herself back in over him, to take him in with a soft, lengthy moan. Her hands dig into his skin, unable to stop from being a little rough. She moves to set her own pace, which is slow, too, but with them being so close and pressed in, it feels all the more intense.
"You have... no idea.. how good you make me... feel." Her voice is thick and breathless between each stimulated gasp.
He says something to her and her gaze drifts up from his body towards his face, which she could never tire of looking at. Her own lips falter and she dissolves at the passion in his words, in their meaning. "Fuck, Milo," her words are emotional and sighing, breath hastening, "you do." He sinks into her again just as her appetite for him reaches a new summit.
She succumbs to impulse, using her hands to push herself up against him until she can nudge him further into his own sitting position. He needn't move much but she readjusts to pull herself more fully onto his lap, atop him, to take her fair share of the reigns.
Her hands move up to wrap around his neck and shoulders, and she shudders to grind herself back in over him, to take him in with a soft, lengthy moan. Her hands dig into his skin, unable to stop from being a little rough. She moves to set her own pace, which is slow, too, but with them being so close and pressed in, it feels all the more intense.
"You have... no idea.. how good you make me... feel." Her voice is thick and breathless between each stimulated gasp.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
