❁ She had asked for this, even ordered in a slightly harsh tone for the princess to do it. She had seen this same body, different clothing on so many times, and she had watched as Cecile put it on or took it off. But still, the composer wasn’t accustomed to the rumble of her heartbeat, as if hit by thunder, that shook and made her entire self quake like the earth was falling, and she crashing along with it. She could never see it coming, there were no signs. She could never stop it, but just accept it, and realize once again that even when smaller and not as strong as her, Cecile could do anything and still it would create an uproar in her.
Satsumi sighed, kissing the other girl without worrying about breathing or not; that wasn’t quite as important. It wasn’t as needed as Cecile’s wet skin against her, the contrast of the submission of her entire body and her tongue so awake in the blonde’s mouth. She pulled her even closer, Cecile’s naked stomach and hips hard against her, absolutely no space between them, just how she liked it to be.
Arms wrapped around the blonde’s neck, bringing her closer but, also holding her steady. Satsumi’s water logged clothing further chilling Cecile’s tanned skin, despite how arm she felt. Shivering, she rolled her tongue inside her mouth, brushing with Satsumi’s. “Nngh…”
Flustered, the princess gripped on the neckline of Satsumi’s shirt, the fabric very thin between her fingers. Her closed eyes gradually peaking open, lashes fluttering over red tinted cheeks.
5 days ago