mayday, one, two

Koa

There's an art to life's distractions

He presses his thumb against her lip, his moan vibrating against her neck as he imagines that mouth wrapped round his cock. He presses into her, the friction of their bodies sending sparks of electric current through his thighs, up his rib cage and into arms that tighten around her supple form. He delights in the way her breast fits perfectly into his hand, in the smooth skin and the pert nipple and the taste of her sweat, and he tries to communicate that delight with his mouth and his fingers, the flush of his heart against her bare back and the gentle chuckle as her delicate hand works its way down to the band of his shorts - which will be rather difficult to permeate, given her position atop him.

If there's one thing Koa could have one thing in this moment it would be another hand; alas, sacrifices must be made, though it is still with reluctance that the young Dragoon extracts his thumb from Flora's mouth. Down and down his fingers drop, tracing over a slender stomach and to the curve her hips, until he too is seeking a waistband and slipping down below. He lets the pad of his fingers rest, ghost-like, on her underwear; her moist core a tantalizing treat beneath, just out of his grasp.

"I'm going to make you cum," Koa informs her between hot kisses on her shoulder, letting his thumb brush ever so gently over her covered clit. "But you have to want it. Show me you want it, Flora."

To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!