Lovers 100 : Letters
Title: Letters
Summery: P.S. I love you
Prompt: 058. Writhe
Pairing: ?/?
Genre: POTC
Rating: NC-17
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
…Your hands are on my hips as your draw yourself upwards, pressing your swollen cock against my entrance.
I moan and beg for it. Fingers thread through your hair, torn loose from its tie hours before and now damp with sweat as it glints in the light from the candles scattered about the room. It has been night for hours, but we are only just beginning.
In the darkness you can see the heated skin of my cheeks and face, flushed crimson from passion. Your lips are swollen and reddened from kisses and nips.
Your back arches forward as you enter me. You tease, thrusting slowly, pausing and slipping back and forth. I wrap my legs around your waist, holding on tight. You shutter and groan, your teeth clenching as you swoop down, pressing kisses against my neck. I dig my fingernails deep into your shoulders, raking them down. Each mark and forming welt is a mark of desirous hunger that feeds us both alike.
Thrusting in endless time we writhe and arch, bending and twisting to meet each other. Dark blooms are drawn forth from bitten and licked skin.
Unbridled passion awaits us, as the night draws on. Lust slowly stoking the deeper fires from within. The candles have burned down to their holders, but we are not finished. Even as dawn approaches and the first soft light of day begins to creep upon the horizon, there is nothing but us. We have no cares, and no worries.
There, now- whoever said work had to be boring…
Enjoy the rest of your day, my dearest heart.
Your love,
The one and only.
P.S. I love you.
Summery: P.S. I love you
Prompt: 058. Writhe
Pairing: ?/?
Genre: POTC
Rating: NC-17
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
…Your hands are on my hips as your draw yourself upwards, pressing your swollen cock against my entrance.
I moan and beg for it. Fingers thread through your hair, torn loose from its tie hours before and now damp with sweat as it glints in the light from the candles scattered about the room. It has been night for hours, but we are only just beginning.
In the darkness you can see the heated skin of my cheeks and face, flushed crimson from passion. Your lips are swollen and reddened from kisses and nips.
Your back arches forward as you enter me. You tease, thrusting slowly, pausing and slipping back and forth. I wrap my legs around your waist, holding on tight. You shutter and groan, your teeth clenching as you swoop down, pressing kisses against my neck. I dig my fingernails deep into your shoulders, raking them down. Each mark and forming welt is a mark of desirous hunger that feeds us both alike.
Thrusting in endless time we writhe and arch, bending and twisting to meet each other. Dark blooms are drawn forth from bitten and licked skin.
Unbridled passion awaits us, as the night draws on. Lust slowly stoking the deeper fires from within. The candles have burned down to their holders, but we are not finished. Even as dawn approaches and the first soft light of day begins to creep upon the horizon, there is nothing but us. We have no cares, and no worries.
There, now- whoever said work had to be boring…
Enjoy the rest of your day, my dearest heart.
Your love,
The one and only.
P.S. I love you.