Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
Her eyes are heavy-lidded with lust as she takes him, but they meet his smoldering eyes all the same, wanting to eat up the way he looks at her, the way it makes her feel. Her cheeks flush with a deeper color when he drives himself deeper, rolling her hips into the motion with fervor, feeling the rise of her pleasure.
His thumb sinks deeper into her mouth, too, and she can't help but to graze her teeth over it until they find a softer place to sink in a little, as she tries to introduce a faster rhythm. The ride of his hips sends small, higher-pitched cries in succession with each beckoning touch, cries she can't restrain, filled with him as she gets.
Her teeth unsnag from his thumb, her mouth parting with a more intimately-felt moan as she comes down on him harder, to give him more, to grind down against him after, taking her time with it before she's rising up again. Not more, everything.
She lowers her chest over his, shifting her weight, nudging his thumb out of her mouth to smother him in warm, desperate kissing as she continues from this angle. Her lips gasp over his chest, his neck, his face, leaving quick but deep kisses on his heated skin. Her hands are just as desperate and all-consuming in their motions, gliding up and over the smooth lines of his abdomen, smoothing over his chest as she presses her own against it, finding his broader shoulders for leverage as she snakes her hips back to come down again and again, deep and hard over his throbbing cock.
"Mmmhh," hush and sensuous against his ear, the breath stolen from her lungs, "Milo..." His name is dark in her voice, not holding any one need for him, but, all of them. It's all she's able to say to voice exactly what it is she wants.
His thumb sinks deeper into her mouth, too, and she can't help but to graze her teeth over it until they find a softer place to sink in a little, as she tries to introduce a faster rhythm. The ride of his hips sends small, higher-pitched cries in succession with each beckoning touch, cries she can't restrain, filled with him as she gets.
Her teeth unsnag from his thumb, her mouth parting with a more intimately-felt moan as she comes down on him harder, to give him more, to grind down against him after, taking her time with it before she's rising up again. Not more, everything.
She lowers her chest over his, shifting her weight, nudging his thumb out of her mouth to smother him in warm, desperate kissing as she continues from this angle. Her lips gasp over his chest, his neck, his face, leaving quick but deep kisses on his heated skin. Her hands are just as desperate and all-consuming in their motions, gliding up and over the smooth lines of his abdomen, smoothing over his chest as she presses her own against it, finding his broader shoulders for leverage as she snakes her hips back to come down again and again, deep and hard over his throbbing cock.
"Mmmhh," hush and sensuous against his ear, the breath stolen from her lungs, "Milo..." His name is dark in her voice, not holding any one need for him, but, all of them. It's all she's able to say to voice exactly what it is she wants.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
