( she isn't naive enough not to recognize that most men couldn't drive straight back into that mentality of need so soon, not without a brief bit of rest or pause between, but she's a tireless girl in every regard. it's been far too long since she's given in to the vice of another's skin, another's taste, and he'd handled her far too intoxicatingly to let him slip from her with only one round to speak on for the night. surely he couldn't of expected she'd give in to sleep so soon, even if a repressed part of her yearned for it.
she was too alert, too alive against him, and it takes an incredible deal of discipline to keep those reigns intact when those large, hot palms of his grope at each creamy round of her ass, a hiss drawn in between her teeth at the sting that still resides and the way it has her wanting all the more. ) You sure you can handle it, cari?
( a sweep of a breath against his ear, giving the slightest, directed swivel of her hips to graze her heat along his shaft with still-slick petals, a tremble raking through her as swollen head of his cock stumbles along her clit, sensitive enough to feel as if her ribs were contracting, shaky exhale ghosting his jaw once more before she's dipping down lower. lips attach themselves to his collar, little space left between each as she crawls lower—affections and nips planted to his chest, the glistening plane of his abdomen, only looking up to him once his hands could no longer reach to hold at her bottom, mouth hovering just beneath his navel.
it isn't as if she's leaving much choice to her question, intent to rouse him again, and she's quite sure she can get him there with a lipstick-rimmed mouth. she needs a bit of time to debate how she wants to take him, after all, so why not treat him in the process? it's her own form of gratitude, the way a single hand finds his base to sturdily wrap around, delicate enough not to overstimulate. next kiss is delivered with a tilt of her head, a spill of hair, right along the length of his cock—letting him feel the warmth of her breath ravel around it, prodding for a response: ) Hm?
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Date: 2017-10-21 03:30 pm (UTC)she was too alert, too alive against him, and it takes an incredible deal of discipline to keep those reigns intact when those large, hot palms of his grope at each creamy round of her ass, a hiss drawn in between her teeth at the sting that still resides and the way it has her wanting all the more. ) You sure you can handle it, cari?
( a sweep of a breath against his ear, giving the slightest, directed swivel of her hips to graze her heat along his shaft with still-slick petals, a tremble raking through her as swollen head of his cock stumbles along her clit, sensitive enough to feel as if her ribs were contracting, shaky exhale ghosting his jaw once more before she's dipping down lower. lips attach themselves to his collar, little space left between each as she crawls lower—affections and nips planted to his chest, the glistening plane of his abdomen, only looking up to him once his hands could no longer reach to hold at her bottom, mouth hovering just beneath his navel.
it isn't as if she's leaving much choice to her question, intent to rouse him again, and she's quite sure she can get him there with a lipstick-rimmed mouth. she needs a bit of time to debate how she wants to take him, after all, so why not treat him in the process? it's her own form of gratitude, the way a single hand finds his base to sturdily wrap around, delicate enough not to overstimulate. next kiss is delivered with a tilt of her head, a spill of hair, right along the length of his cock—letting him feel the warmth of her breath ravel around it, prodding for a response: ) Hm?