[Annika] NSFW moments outside of time

Annika is always gorgeous, but there's something especially breathtaking about her now. Laid out across the cot at the back of the greenhouse, a high flush along her cheeks and nose, eyelids heavy-lidded and lips parted.

"Fuck," you say without meaning to, leaning harder on the arm bracing you. The other hand continues its languid exploration between her legs, sweeping from clit to entrance, teasing. "You're so fucking beautiful."

Annika bites her lower lip, the perfectly red skin caught between startlingly white teeth.

She's a study in contrasts -

The milky skin of her shoulders and chest flecked with freckles, dark ink splotches creating a constellation all the way to her rosy areolas.

The sharp peaks of her nipples, the muscled curve of her ribcage, the swell of her belly and hips.

The perfect vee between her legs, the pale down leading to the ruby flush of her cunt.

Perfection.

You press a single finger into her, turning your wrist so that the heel of your palm presses against her clit. Annika's breath catches, a hiccuping sound that makes your lips tilt. One of her hands scrabbles at the sheets, the other at the arm that braces you above her.

Her mouth moves in a quiet request. You don't have to be a lip-reader to understand it. More.

You duck your head to her throat, teeth nipping a gentle path to her jaw. A second finger joins the first, speeding up the tempo, matching the rolling of her hips.

Annika tosses her head to the side, giving you more access to the slope of her neck, the thrumming of her jugular. You take it - teeth bearing down a little more, a nip becoming a bite, holding her flesh between your teeth and sucking.

Annika's hips stutter before thrusting hard, her throat working in a harsh swallow. When you pull away, a hand grips the back of your neck and drags you in for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

You didn't realize you'd started fingering her with absolute abandon, digits curling inside her, palm grinding against her clit. It's rough, rougher than you'd usually be this early into the foreplay, but Annika greedily meets each move with her own, her inner walls clenching hard against your fingers.

So you add a third, a quick thrust that makes a wet squelch. You're positive one of the Initiates on the other side of the flimsy bedroom partition heard that.

Let them. Let them know what you're doing to her. That you're the only one she's deemed fit to give her this pleasure. How none of them get to see or feel your Goddess like this.

And never will. Not if you have a say.

Annika babbles soundlessly beneath you. Her nails scrabble along your neck, your back, trying to find purchase everywhere at once.

You capture her in a bruising kiss, rough against her bite-swollen lips. She gasps into your mouth - you swallow her breath and want more, more, more.

It's never enough.

Your mouth leaves hers, sucking a nipple between your lips and scraping your teeth along the bud just how she likes. She seizes beneath you before her hips buck wildly, her cunt sucking you deeper, deeper.

When she comes, it's with a soundless shout to the ceiling, throat working, body tensing, back arching. You ride her through it, fingers rubbing against her g-spot, palm pressing into her clit, mouth latched to a nipple.

When her muscles finally release, you ease your fingers into a slow retreat, gently rubbing as you go. Your palm remains against her clit but doesn't move, doesn't overstimulate.

When you finally pull your hand free, Annika twitches beneath you, dazed and still gasping for air.

Her eyes are glassy and satiated, the green and brown swirling around blown pupils like a kaleidoscope.

"You're amazing," you tell her, mouth lazily meeting hers.

She strokes your cheek, pushing you back only long enough to mouth, I love you.

And you melt. Your lips return to hers, heart too full to speak.

She's everything. And somehow she deemed you worthy of her.