charmingarchibald:
“Every penny I have,” Nate responded off-handedly, his figure momentarily alight as her gaze wandered his body. He took another step closer to her, wanting nothing more than for his figure to be pressed against hers. He didn’t want for long, her lithe limbs meeting his own as he entered her personal space. His hand lay steady upon the small of her back, his touch causing a reaction that would have been subtle to anyone but him. He knew her too well, the reaction his touch gave her never ceasing the appease to him. He didn’t think he would ever get tired of plump lips parting, light hairs raising as goose bumps spattered upon her arms, her body melting ever further into his own. The words she spoke were more of an exhale than anything, nimble fingers raising to pull at the tie around his neck, the whisper causing a subtle grin to raise rose colored lips. “I hope you don’t,” was his simple response, her lips leaving an imprint upon his own, far too fleeting for his liking. The words echoed through his mind, so quiet, they were like ghosts, flying across his brain in wisps, gone as soon as they had come. Forever.
The tone of her question was of a less serious cadence than the words she had uttered before, causing a chuckle to bubble out of his throat as her fingers worked at her buttons. Though the air was cold as his skin was exposed, her gaze was hot, burning his skin like it always did. An invisible trail of fire following blue irises as they looked at him. Fingertips trailed across his skin, sending a shiver down his body, her touch causing a reaction to his very core. The grin previously adorning his mouth had all but disappeared, replaced by parted lips, a shadowy gaze following the trail of her fingertips. She was speaking, he could see her lips moving, but could barely pay attention to the words she uttered as her practiced hands moved south, tugging at the strap of leather around his waist, dropping it to floor with a dull thud, a coiled snake of leather at their feet. “You’ll have to send me a five minute warning,” he responded, though it was delayed, his eyes finally flickering up to meet her own. “You could be gone for hours.”
Serena’s hands continued their work, pulling at his zipper, her frame following the motion down, sapphire irises never leaving his as her knees made contact with wood panelling beneath them. His prior command fell from rosy lips, sounding far more sensual when she uttered them than when he had, the combination of the lilt of her voice and her current position making him erect, anticipation blatantly obvious from her vantage. “I missed you…” Nate began, words halting behind his teeth, continually distracted by her position, “An infinite amount.”
Every penny I have. Four words that illuminated Serena's features with ease-- a full mouth peeling back to reveal pearly ivories, scarlet and heat alike lifting to the swell of high cheeks. For a moment, and in the times that he managed to pull such a reaction with such little effort, she wondered if this would be everlasting; if the flirting, the sheer love that cloaked the duo, the strings that were ribboned to each's wrist bringing them back to one another each time, would remain intact. That was something she would hope on with every penny she had-- them. "Every last one?" She repeated, as if further contemplating the gesture; though any further thoughts dissipated as his touch wandered. "I love you," Serena murmured, lips grazing the taut flesh of his neck, the corners of her mouth curling upwards in an amused fashion as she pulled away for a moment, contact between the two returning as she sucked in a nature that entirely contrasted his gentle touch; a deep plum lifting to the handsome male's skin where her mouth had previously worked. Feigned innocence lit the remnants of her previous grin aflame, her boyfriend's voiced preference of hickeys (which entirely went against her own) resurfacing within her thoughts. "Oops," She mused, lifting her gaze from the blossoming bruise to the male's pearlescent irises.
Laughter, a quiet melody that often pulled glances in her direction, parted the blonde's full mouth, "You don't think waiting around naked would be fun?" Though the thought was slightly amusing, the image of Nate's bare frame sprawled across one of the various furniture pieces littering there room further unfurled lust within her figure. The syllables falling from his mouth were savoured, tucked away to later fight off preying doubts. Plump lips parted as her gaze dropped downwards to the male's prominent bulge tucked beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, inky lashes dropping shadows to high cheeks. "Fuck." Varying hormones accompanying her pregnancy had significantly increased Serena's sex drive, almost impossibly. It was something she was thankful for, considering she had previously read her desire for sex would dwindle to non-existent during her final few weeks-- something she refused to tell Nate. The swell of thumbs hooked beneath his waist band before pulling downward in a single motion, pupils lifting to meet his gaze; the carnal expression painted against handsome features encouraging her actions. Her tongue dragged along the length of his shaft in a taunting manner, swirling in a circular motion as she reached the tip. "Tell me what you want, Natie," Serena's words fell from her mouth in a taunt, a smirk ghosting at full lips, "Tell me how to please you."