I'm Your National Anthem|-Synnvery-
Synnove lets herself get lost in the feeling of Averyās lips against hers, and the feel of his touch on her skin. She leans up into his kisses, tongue stroking against his and whimpering some when he moves to hover over her, his leg sliding between hers and her hands coming up to his waist as she lays back on the bed some. He uses his thumb pressed under her jaw to tilt her head up, sucking her bottom lip and making her whimper before he says something that Synnove smiles over, not understanding until a moment later, but knowing just by the tone of his voice that it was a compliment, her head tilting back some as he kisses along her cheek and down her jaw, his hand sliding down to rest on her chest. She lets out a soft whine when he sucks a small mark into her skin, teeth nipping her gently before he brings his lips back to hers.Ā
Synnove responds more confidently now, her lips parting quickly for him and her leaning up to kiss him deeper, her fingers coming up to slide into his hair. Sheās surprised when he slides his hand under her back, pulling her and changing their positions so that she was on top, his thigh pressing up against her. He sucks and bites at her lips, his hand tangling in her hair and she instinctively presses down onto him, feeling his thigh pressing up more against her, making her moan softly as she pulls back, lips parted and eyes closed. Avery presses a chaste kiss to her lips, his hand sliding down her back and she whimpers when she presses down on him again.Ā
It was a new, strangle feeling, but it was amazing. Sheād never felt it before, but she knows that Avery is happy she can feel it, his hand sliding to her hip, the other on her face as he brushes his thumb over her mouth, her softly keening when she grinds down again, her hands coming to rest on his stomach. She whimpers and moans softly, her hips twisting some when she loses the right contact on his thigh, not feeling the same building sensation of pleasure that she couldnāt place, but Avery guides her hips some, helping her find it again, her whining as he muffles her soft noises with his lips against hers.
Averyās a little taken aback by Synnove. How she quickly responds to her new position, finding that the harder she grinds, the better it feels. He doesnāt want to take advantage, but he really isnāt doing anything. When she loses her place, he just barely guides her hips back so sheās rubbing against his thigh just right, but sheās putting in all the effort. Her face is probably the best part, her eyes were closed, slightly squinted as she took in the new feeling she was causing for herself, her lips were parted and kiss swollen, her bottom lip plump and indented with marks from her teeth. He could feel her hot breath against his face with each huff, her hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt over his stomach, and her mewls soft, raspy and sweet.
He leans up some, kissing her mouth gently, rubbing her thighs and stroking her exposed hip bones as she keeps up her rhythm, grinding her pussy harder against his thigh, and moaning softly. āShush,ā He murmurs, nipping at her bottom lip as he brings a hand from her thigh to brush her hair behind her ear, kissing her again, āYouāre doing good sweetheart,ā He whispers, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip, smiling at her when she opens her eyes, āIt feels really good huh?ā He asks, tugging at her bottom lip with his thumb, āYouāre beautiful songbird,ā He mumbles, his thumb sliding to her chin, and leaning up to kiss her again, his tongue sliding against hers, her moaning into his mouth again and he sighs, āKeep going baby, itās going to get even better,ā He hums, squeezing her hip with his other hand, his fingers digging into her thigh a little.












