[SE] petrichor

KIADA

burn it into my collar, hollowed onto your wrist

It seems they both don’t have to try very hard, between his words and the pressure she can feel from him, she’s more than content to move however he sees fit, once she’s pulled away from laying her claim on his neck, anyway. A soft gasp slips from her lips as she’s turned, as his words vibrate through her again and again, even if he’s only had to say them once. She turns when he guides her, back arching into the kisses pressed along her shoulder and the back of her neck.

One hand snakes up to thread through his hair, tugging as she catches on a small knot, not caring over how loud she is when he plays with her breast and guides himself into her already, slick and waiting. “You feel so good.” it’s a moan that gasps its way out of her, feeling him start to fill her, hips grinding down against him as if trying to fit him completely, her other hand scrambling for the wall of the shower to give herself a bit more strength to help with the pace he picks, fully wanting nothing more than to have him ravish her.

heaven knows i don't follow, but i believe in this