Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
He instantly reacts to the way she pulls back to tease at the tether binding them to each other, and she can't help the twinge of relent it wants to inspire in her. Yet, she does not, and she sticks to this half-rhythm, building on the tension it creates by pulling his face up towards her and still not giving him what he truly wants.
Her name rumbles out from his throat, past his warm, inviting, desperate lips, and her brows curl upward as she steadily meets his golden-brown eyes. Her thumb graces over his bottom lip, to gently part it and open his mouth. "Please?" She echoes softly. Still, she doesn't quite give in yet, though she almost can't resist and for this reason she leans in just a little closer. Her body presses in against his and her motions become even slower, damp and hot around him.
And she keeps him like this, taunted, needy, pleading, for just a few moments longer. It's when she can't hold back anymore that she crashes her lips in against his opened mouth and sinks in around him so that her hips can press down into his, her inner thighs quivering from the fatigue of holding herself back and now from taking him completely inside of her. She stops here, though, rocking gently back and forth while he's still deep inside of her, her tongue gliding across his lips to feel his, stifling her own urgent moans.
Her name rumbles out from his throat, past his warm, inviting, desperate lips, and her brows curl upward as she steadily meets his golden-brown eyes. Her thumb graces over his bottom lip, to gently part it and open his mouth. "Please?" She echoes softly. Still, she doesn't quite give in yet, though she almost can't resist and for this reason she leans in just a little closer. Her body presses in against his and her motions become even slower, damp and hot around him.
And she keeps him like this, taunted, needy, pleading, for just a few moments longer. It's when she can't hold back anymore that she crashes her lips in against his opened mouth and sinks in around him so that her hips can press down into his, her inner thighs quivering from the fatigue of holding herself back and now from taking him completely inside of her. She stops here, though, rocking gently back and forth while he's still deep inside of her, her tongue gliding across his lips to feel his, stifling her own urgent moans.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
