Hotaru
That little spark of pain, just the tiniest bit, of his nails into her skin is an undercurrent of sensation that only amplifies the easy, simple pleasure that coalesces as they rock together. A pleasure that coils tighter as he changes the rhythm of their gliding by the barest bit, the pressure of his length against her more potent and pointed against her clit.
She arches into his pull, easy as anything, and as his lips find her neck she knows he can feel the choked laugh that bubbles beneath. The equivalent of an eye roll that she can't manage as hers are too busy being closed. "A horrible pun," she whispers, though her lips twitch in a smile against her will. Only then her lips drop open and the hand at his chest grips at his pectoral as he lifts her higher, the blunt heat of him at her entrance like a shock of electricity. Only of course his hand is there, spanning across her small waist, keeping her from taking him inside her. "Jata," comes out, hoarse and irritated if it weren't for the eagerness that overshadows it.
She arches into his pull, easy as anything, and as his lips find her neck she knows he can feel the choked laugh that bubbles beneath. The equivalent of an eye roll that she can't manage as hers are too busy being closed. "A horrible pun," she whispers, though her lips twitch in a smile against her will. Only then her lips drop open and the hand at his chest grips at his pectoral as he lifts her higher, the blunt heat of him at her entrance like a shock of electricity. Only of course his hand is there, spanning across her small waist, keeping her from taking him inside her. "Jata," comes out, hoarse and irritated if it weren't for the eagerness that overshadows it.
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
