( the way she grinds against the pulled fabric is sexy, the feeling of her moving and squirming against his lap so seemingly precise he thinks it could drive him right over the edge. the crack in rene's very fragile sense of self control seems to spread further and further by the second, spiderwebbing outwards, threatening to shatter entirely with a single touch, a single roll of hips, the catching of teeth against ruby lips.
he wants her so bad that it hurts, cock aching with desire as it presses against the confines of his jeans, and he knows that izzy knows it; she'd virtually had him to this point before he'd pulled the hoodie over his head and stormed outside, switching from hastily typed words to a breathy voice in his ear.
she knows. it's why her hand dares to slip between their bodies, graze over his thigh until it can undo the button of his jeans, tug the zipper down to reveal the waistband of his briefs, taught against carved hip bones. the drag of fingernails beneath his navel makes him groan, his own hand giving her ass a squeeze as though it's the only thing he could possibly hold onto in this moment to steady himself.
he's surprised he can hear her question over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment at the sting of the waistband snapping against his skin. ) I want to be inside of you, ( comes his low reply through gritted teeth. with a steadying breath, his eyes blink open, gaze dark as it takes in the sight of her over his knee, the peek of rounded breasts beneath her cropped hoodie, the arch of her back, the lingering swell of red over her curved bottom. he feels as though he may burst, too much pent up inside of him. ) Do you think you deserve that, baby girl? ( another spank, this one no lighter, followed by a matching one to the other cheek, before his palm smooths over her skin again, massages slow and deep. another comment that sounds like a challenge, a dare: ) You tell me, since you're so damn mouthy.
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he wants her so bad that it hurts, cock aching with desire as it presses against the confines of his jeans, and he knows that izzy knows it; she'd virtually had him to this point before he'd pulled the hoodie over his head and stormed outside, switching from hastily typed words to a breathy voice in his ear.
she knows. it's why her hand dares to slip between their bodies, graze over his thigh until it can undo the button of his jeans, tug the zipper down to reveal the waistband of his briefs, taught against carved hip bones. the drag of fingernails beneath his navel makes him groan, his own hand giving her ass a squeeze as though it's the only thing he could possibly hold onto in this moment to steady himself.
he's surprised he can hear her question over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment at the sting of the waistband snapping against his skin. ) I want to be inside of you, ( comes his low reply through gritted teeth. with a steadying breath, his eyes blink open, gaze dark as it takes in the sight of her over his knee, the peek of rounded breasts beneath her cropped hoodie, the arch of her back, the lingering swell of red over her curved bottom. he feels as though he may burst, too much pent up inside of him. ) Do you think you deserve that, baby girl? ( another spank, this one no lighter, followed by a matching one to the other cheek, before his palm smooths over her skin again, massages slow and deep. another comment that sounds like a challenge, a dare: ) You tell me, since you're so damn mouthy.