Raynette’s point of view
*The perfect New Year*
“Sora, touch me.” I pleaded, hips rolling down, Sora’s body beneath me solid and warm. “I want to be touched, I wanna—” I'm pushed down on the bed before I can finish my sentence, and, somewhere inside me, there’s a part of me that feels far too smug knowing that Sora gives in so easily to my request
The rest of me though is too occupied in taking in the sight of Sora dipping his head between my legs, mouth pressing on my inner thigh, tongue lapping at my skin.
“Like that,” l moaned as I buried my fingers in Sora’s head.
Oh, how nice it would have been if we had done this before he decided to shave his hair off. I could only imagine how nice it would have felt to run my fingers through his hair
Sora hums, teeth nipping at my skin, l
