tequilaflavoredkisses:

i paused. 

pressing my palm to his chest, riding the wave of the heartbeat underneath, hoping it wouldnt shatter, i straightened up seriously, stared and said, 

“Hey. This isnt a relationship. This isnt you sleeping over. This is you, fucking me, both of us cumming, and you going home. “

 he was nuzzling my neck like a fresh fawn, springy and airy and full of bounding excitement. i had somehow ended up missing my panties with my legs wrapped around his waist. he slithered his arms low around my waist, soaking into his chest pulling my back into an arch. i took the tufts of his hair between my fingers and tugged it in distraction. 

his hair always did capture colors most majestically.

he pushed me on the bed with a shimmering smirk, muffling my giggles, transforming them into moans.

the knee pushing against my chin held in place by his thumb at the back of my thigh, was rough, wet with bite marks.

his hand fumbling smoothly under my skirt was like a composer, making me sing.  . . making me hit new notes, the influx of my pitch, the newfound depth of my tone.  

he paused, fingers still squirming softly, to lean in and wrap his mouth around my lower lip, pulling away with his teeth in place, dragging me up to him till i whimpered and whined, begging him to let me go.

he did not oblige me, but with a grunt he shoved his knuckles deep into my flesh, causing my hips to jump and my head to arc back, mouth agape, eyes in extacy, bite marks dotted with blood along my lip.