The sun filters through the thin curtain, kissing the bare skin of her shoulder and making her sigh. Rosaline’s mind is caught in this state halfway between sleep and awakening, her body still heavy with dreams, her muscles sore when she stretches her legs. They get tangled in the sheets and his legs, a mess of limbs and fabric that makes her smile lazily. His body is warm and solid against her back, his even breath tingling the nape of her neck.
Her cheeks heat up at the memories of the previous night – breathless chuckles, gasps and moans stuck at the back of her throat, fingers tightening around the sheets, nails drawing red lines on his back. She licks her lips, the warmth of her desire polling between her legs and leaving her light and wanting.
Her hips shift on the mattress, just enough to pull her closer to him. He groans, low and guttural. “You will be the death of me, Capulet.”
Her smile turns into a smirk, even more so when his lips find her shoulder in several kisses, traveling his way up to her neck. She finds herself grateful for her dark skin, for how it hides the many bruises his mouth left here last night.
me and my bestfriend (both girls) have been fucking around with each other for about 2 years and no one has any idea. almost every time we are together we can't keep our hands off ourselves, even at parties we have mastered the art of still being able to hookup without anyone finding out. We go to the bathroom and lock the door and if someone comes knocking we explain that one of us is "throwing up" when we are really just fingering each other. Its hot as fuck
for the cuddling prompts, could i request #4 (in front of the fireplace) for rosvolio? thank you!
“You’re going to hurt your eyes.”
Rosaline looks up from her book in a startle, eyes widening. Despite the silence of the cabin, only disturbed by the cracking of the fire and the wind whistling outside, she hadn’t heard the sound of his footsteps or even the door to their bedroom opening. Benvolio stands next to the sofa, PJ bottoms low on his hips and hair ruffled by sleep. It might be cold and snowing, but it doesn’t mean he has to wear a shirt, and Rosaline gives herself a few seconds to admire the expanse of his bare chest before her eyes travel up and meet his. Worry dances in them, to which she replies with a simple shrug.
He is right, of course – her eyes feel tired from straining to read with only the fire for light, and it is past anyone’s bed time. She should be fast asleep by his side, instead of reading another in the dark living room.
Hahahaha! I think the one you sped up is even BETTER!! 😂 😂 😂 Sorry antis. That's the trouble with putting Sam & Cait together. It's the chemistry. Fast, slow, upside-down, they can't keep their hands off each other. #bettertogether 🤷🏼♀️
What do you think about this one?? Since slow mo gifs are now banned I’ll just have to make them all look like this
My boyfriend and I would touch each other constantly when we hang out with people. (Like usual hands and what not) but as soon as we get a room, or some alone time we have sex. We can't keep our hands off each other. He says He likes the way I moan. Then this one time my mum almost caught us, since I'm pretty sure I was moaning to loud, so we quickly just rolled over and acted asleep.
Imagine, once Lucifer and Chloe are together, Lucifer would occasionally call her “my little miracle” and Chloe would call him “my handsome devil.” They will be so touchy-feely with each other because already they can’t keep their hands off each other; especially Chloe. Thinking about their small touches…..cheek caresses….genuine smiles to each other……stolen glances……massive heart eyes…..
In my head, Fall with Chris Beck would involve breakfast in bed, gentle love making filled with reassuring touches and words on and against every flat surface of your apartment, stargazing at night (of course), attempting to bake a pie but end up getting it burnt because you can't keep your hands off each other, cleaning up said mess and then heading out to a neighborhood café in just your pajamas instead.
“Oh god Chris, Chris, Chris” you chanted over and over, you felt Chris smirk against you as he continued his ministrations. The kitchen floor tiles are cold against your heated skin. You moan loudly as Chris’ fingers expertly reach that spot inside you.
“Fuck” you exclaim suddenly remembering the pie in the oven.
Chris mistakes your exclamation as one of pleasure and sucks your clit harder into his mouth. “Chris-” you run your hands through his hair and gently pull him away.
He looks up at you confused, mouth glistening with your slick. “Do you want me to take my socks off?” he asks, already reaching for them. You laugh but shake your head.
“We forgot the pie” you remind him and he’s on his feet so fast that he slips on the kitchen floor landing in a tangle of limbs with you giggling.