˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> HER BACK HITS THE DOOR .. before she can find her keys. she didn't exactly expect the night to end like this. but ellie wasn't complaining. of course she wasn't complaining. it had been a nice night. she would have asked john inside either way. but - it had been a while. there was a sudden burst of laughter that escaped her lips. ❝ carter .. ❞ ellie manages to say - before she realises he's crouching down .. allowing him to press his lips against hers easier than if he bent down. a dirty groan sounds from the back of her throat. her lips automatically part. slender hands abandon their quest to look for her keys in her bag that was still slung over her shoulder and instead they make their way up john's chest. coming to rest at the back of his head .. long fingers proceed to bury themselves into brunette strands. pulling him closer to her. it doesn't take her long to feel him press the rest of his body against her. against her thigh. her waist even. hips grinding into her. pressing himself against hot and flushed skin. her reaction was automatic. ellie could feel her face heat up. she was blushing. deeply. almost like a teenager having sex for the first time. a breathy laugh escapes her then .. as her hands move from holding onto his hair .. to resting on either side of his face. pulling him away ever so slightly. her head tilted backward. ❝ john .. i don't think my neighbours want a show .. ❞ she tried to sound .. put together. but she couldn't help the pant. ❝ come inside .. ❞
˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @hesjustcarter 🏝️ asked ❝ [ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more ❞
