atlas hands

MILO

She relaxes more and more and it invites him deeper and deeper with each and every thrust. If it weren’t for the water, sweat would be building along his brow. For now, though, he’s content to simply drown himself in her, in the way their bodies seem to fall together so easily.

Her head tilts toward his, but it isn’t for a kiss — it’s for the both of them to pant their pleasure, to make room for their voices and sounds to leave them in rushed, warm chimes. And he gives it all to her as he holds her up the best he can, using his body and his arms to ensure she remains there.

She clenches around his cock and he shudders, aching with need and want, burning for her just as much as he imagines she’s burning for him. So he picks up the pace a bit, brushing against her clit with every press of himself, one hand remaining to support her while the other drifts to her breast, teases at a nipple before it drifts further down, to press and stroke his thumb along her clit. “C’mon Relia...” He purrs, leaning forward enough to press his lips to where her neck and shoulder meets, to suck a mark into her skin.

as long as we don't die,
this is gonna be one hell of a story