Re: [Sonrisa] (Adult bedtime)
[Sam didn't know a thing about laws and physics, but that didn't matter. She was flame to his kindle, or kindle to his flame, or whatever meant that he made her burn like she was doused soaked with gasoline. And it didn't mean that she wasn't nuts about him, yeah? She still wanted to curl up with him, feel him breathe, feel his heartbeat beneath chest warm. She still wanted his arms around her, and she wanted to spend hours in bed with him, feet tangled and him talking to her. She'd made that hella obvious recently, yeah? That she loved it when he talked with her. She loved everything about him, huh? Even the stuff he might think too dark in himself to be loved, all of that. All of that, and she wanted to FUCK him. She wanted him to fuck her. Maybe he'd tire of it someday, just how fucking voracious she was with him, and she did worry about that. But not today, and not now. Now, there was just this burning need for him pooled between her thighs, and the whole fucking world began and ended with this man.
And she wasn't worried about him tripping or anything, even while she rained kisses on his face and obstructed his view with soaked blonde and reddened cheeks. Nah, because she trusted him, and then she was busy wondering what the fuck he was up to with the flower.] You look really fucking good when you walk, yeah? Your ass. Your cock. All of you. [She got those words out before his mouth slanted over hers in that soft kiss, and his thumb trailing drew a sigh out of her. Now, Sam, she was normally fucking wild, speed and impatience, but sore muscles and her being sleepy from the shower, that meant her patience was overflowing. It might not last long, but right now she was content with that longing promise of a kiss.
Until he pulled away, huh?
She almost let go of the fucking flower, but then his mouth pressed to her throat, and she tipped her head back for him. Her ass rocked a little forward, her thighs over his went a little wider in greedy demand building in muscles under flushed skin.
She arched her back when he started fucking with her nipples, and she whined loud and without concern about baby or dog. She pressed her tit to his mouth with the arch of her body, shoved her nipple further past his lips. She writhed, lazy but restless beneath him. He rocked cock hard against soaked curls, and she gasped and tried to get more of him. She was about to tell him he was a bastard, but he hooked fingers behind her teeth. She bit down, yeah? She swirled tongue over his fingertips, she bit, and then his teeth needled into her nipple, and she forgot about the green fucking flower, huh? She really did just forget. It wasn't deliberate or anything, and her fingers tangled in his hair, and she tugged at his head, pulling him up eager. She was breathing hard, and she was breathing ragged, and she pressed tongue to the back of white teeth as she stared at him with eyes blown.]