Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
She savors the way he runs his tongue over her skin, but it's their kiss that ignites her and reinvigorates her. Her eyes flutter shut and she presses into it even harder, her hips do too. He leans back, pulling her with him and she leans wholeheartedly into it, helping him fall back into the blankets and pillows. Their kiss hitches with a short cry when he rocks up into her, catching her entirely off guard. Her lips fall short from his as she tries to go back for the kiss, instead leaving a wet mark on the side of his chin.
But this is where she wants to be; this angle, she's more than fine with. In fact, it's almost an 'at last!' moment for her. She pulls up to straighten her back and straddle him properly, her knees tucking tightly around him. Reluctantly leaving his mouth for another time, she still wants to keep her own busy - and he's already given her an idea on how to do it.
So she pulls back and this time she rises only enough to create some distance for her to plunge back down, weighed down by gravity and burning hot need. One of her hands grips around his hip for balance. The other reaches for his own hand, to pull it up towards her mouth. Her lips, already parted by heavier moans, wrap warmly around the tip of his thumb. Her tongue draws vague, smooth shapes over his skin as she settles into a far better rhythm, drawing out and taking him in at a pace that grows steadier and faster.
But this is where she wants to be; this angle, she's more than fine with. In fact, it's almost an 'at last!' moment for her. She pulls up to straighten her back and straddle him properly, her knees tucking tightly around him. Reluctantly leaving his mouth for another time, she still wants to keep her own busy - and he's already given her an idea on how to do it.
So she pulls back and this time she rises only enough to create some distance for her to plunge back down, weighed down by gravity and burning hot need. One of her hands grips around his hip for balance. The other reaches for his own hand, to pull it up towards her mouth. Her lips, already parted by heavier moans, wrap warmly around the tip of his thumb. Her tongue draws vague, smooth shapes over his skin as she settles into a far better rhythm, drawing out and taking him in at a pace that grows steadier and faster.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
