// heart strung, young and dumb, yeah we had no fear
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
He’s into this just as much as she is, and it’s with a quiet whine that Sera feels how hard he is beneath her hand, a greediness that almost seems to want to say ‘fuck it’ and ‘take me here’ but she knows better. He’d promised her a nice secluded spot, and even if she’s flushed and hot and ready for him, she can wait until they’re there before she’s fully diving into him. “You always do, Locke.” She compliments in a breathy tone, leaning back as he cages her in, her dark eyes bright and smoldering when he presses against her again.
“I’m ready when you are. More than ready I think.” She purrs back in a whisper, pressing back against him, swiping her thumb across the bulge in his pants before she withdraws and slips her skirt back down her thigh, feeling just how warm he’s gotten her from this little jaunt. She drains the rest of her glass and readjusts her shirt (if it’s a smidge lower than it was prior, she doesn’t say), before she’s pressing against him to slip him out of the booth so that they might be able to slip out of the Hanged Man and back out onto the streets of Haulani, following him wherever it is he chooses to go. “You said it was at or near the beach, right?” She asks, trying to swallow down against the flush to her neck and cheeks.
“I’m ready when you are. More than ready I think.” She purrs back in a whisper, pressing back against him, swiping her thumb across the bulge in his pants before she withdraws and slips her skirt back down her thigh, feeling just how warm he’s gotten her from this little jaunt. She drains the rest of her glass and readjusts her shirt (if it’s a smidge lower than it was prior, she doesn’t say), before she’s pressing against him to slip him out of the booth so that they might be able to slip out of the Hanged Man and back out onto the streets of Haulani, following him wherever it is he chooses to go. “You said it was at or near the beach, right?” She asks, trying to swallow down against the flush to her neck and cheeks.
Seraphina
