ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

All her little noises work their way under his skin as he tries desperately to keep up. Where he won at cards however, she is most definitely out-pacing him here. He's unsure whether to lean into her fingers or her mouth and ends up wrapping his newly freed hand around her waist to drag her even closer. He can't remember ever being so invested in a kiss before. His lungs are starting to burn, but he doesn't want to let go, the swipes of his tongue slowing and becoming more brief as he runs out of air.