Yeah, more SeaArrow sex from me, but this might be my first PWP. Sooner or later, I might post up a new CCA chapter. However, I did draw SeaArrow fanart, but the scanner is in my mother's house and she doesn't like nudity even in movies.
He loved her long hair. To him, it was as gorgeous as Wonder Woman's body under her costume and Black Canary's legs in gray tights. He wondered what was good enough to inspire her to never cut her hair. Her locks would sweep against her lower back, pulled back into a ponytail, and was always thick and full, somehow resulting in a miracle that her style was never tangled, dirty, or otherwise damaged. One of its gifts seemed to be that it was in eternal health.
He loved her hair best, however, when it was a fan around her head, melted against bed pillows, as it was now. Her thin strands of hair were glued to her forehead, the sides of her face, and around her ears. He knew some strands were glued to her back and the back of her arms.
He took his time to inhale the scent of her hair, which did not have a distinct smell but just reminded him of her, and to inhale the scent of her sweaty body molted around and against his. His hands held her wrists against her hair and the pillows, his chest crushing her breasts painfully against her thorax, his lower body taking time to pleasure her. He grunted with every thrust he made, forcing out a moan or muffled yelp from her.
Her eyes stung and dried out, her lips chapped from the panting and heat, and her hands were numb, yet she continued to stare into his eyes, kiss his demanding lips, and tickle the sensitive webbing of his hands. He thrust in harder, making her feet jump up, and briefly pulled away before crushing her under him again. He felt her convulse around him, and he shot off inside her, evoking a soft yet pleasured cry from her throat.
They withered for ten seconds before he pulled away, released her wrists, and rolled beside her. She wiped her forehead, stared at the ceiling, and closed her eyes, hearing her heart thump in her ears, her forehead and back having moments where they would stop sweating, cool down, and then release layers of moisture again.
"I love you," she whispered rolling to her side, half her hair stuck to her back. Her head slumped against the pillow, her mouth and lips were dry, but even her wrapping her arms around her chest seemed like an ordeal.
He turned to his side, repeated what she said, and held her face in his hands. They kissed again, more aggressively, before he pushed her down and resumed banging her again.
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Secret: I'm planning a three-chapter story on SeaArrow for three weddings-Roy and Jade's, Mal and Karen's, ad their own.