( it's no less than infuriating that she's already so taken, dizzied by the idea of having him, touching him, tasting him when he's been so close all along. when she's watched him skirt off on his romps with other women and never batted an eye. he leans in and lashes flutter to a heavy close, the scent of him enveloping her, and when those lips ghost against her ear her chest gives the slightest bow from that wall reactively, causing that silk to slip all the further down her arm.
there's a grin that paints her mouth, sure he doesn't need to see it to hear it laden on her tongue. she could toy on about how the message hadn't been intended for him—but that was neither here nor there. he'd gotten it, and here they were.
he doesn't need words when he sounds like that, when he husks up to her, talks to her with a grumble that's so often reserved for someone else, anyone else. )
Do I? ( it's nothing more than a baiting, using one hand to guide his palm lower, along the curve of her backside just as she hitches her leg up, thigh brushing his. she manages to tip her own crown so she can graze lips at the edge of his jaw, that scruff brushing her cheek, and she whispers: )
i'm damning myself with this tbh
there's a grin that paints her mouth, sure he doesn't need to see it to hear it laden on her tongue. she could toy on about how the message hadn't been intended for him—but that was neither here nor there. he'd gotten it, and here they were.
he doesn't need words when he sounds like that, when he husks up to her, talks to her with a grumble that's so often reserved for someone else, anyone else. )
Do I? ( it's nothing more than a baiting, using one hand to guide his palm lower, along the curve of her backside just as she hitches her leg up, thigh brushing his. she manages to tip her own crown so she can graze lips at the edge of his jaw, that scruff brushing her cheek, and she whispers: )
Imagine how I feel.