Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
The exposure of her tender skin to the air is barely noticed as she finds herself distracted by the lazy movements of his shadows against her hip. Dangerous thoughts of where else the shadows might travel dangle in her mind, making it harder to focus on his words. Her only response is a wicked smile that suggests he has no idea how hot she really is. This is just the surface. She might have even suggested removing such inconvenient layers, but she bites her tongue, not wanting to give too much away too soon.
Plus, they don't seem to be much of an obstacle for Vesper, whose shadow hand works its way underneath and onto the flat of her stomach. Thal silently wishes for him to go higher, to feel what it might be like along her breast. How different would the shadows feel compared to his large hands, or his soft lips? Her eyes skim down to where they still sit hovering over her, where she can taste his every breath. She's having difficulty getting words out, wanting to tease about their previous session not being 'memorable' enough or that it was so long ago that even she can't recall.
When she finally adjusts to the haze of sensation filling her mind, Thal settles on a mischievous grin, encouraging the ruse. Her voice sweetens, chiming like a dinner bell through her weakened breaths. "Well, we didn't really finish our last lesson, did we?" So could it really be her fault as the 'student?' She wonders.
The drawling of his voice sends embers down her bloodstream, lighting beacons to warn of what was to come, the anticipation slowly building until Vesper makes his point. Her breath catches at the sudden pressure, especially the soft spots just above her thighs that make her want to buck up against the shadows, forcing them lower. She contains it to a tension in her muscles, all the way down to the toes that curl within her boots, even her jaw clenches in resistance of the motion. And just as soon as it came, the pressure vanishes, leaving her to find her breath again.
Her dark hooded eyes look to him, battle waging as she fights the urges of her body. Between short, quiet breaths, she tries to still the racing of her heart if only to pretend like he wasn't affecting her so. "Maybe it's better if you show me yourself." Thal lets her words be an invitation and a dare for him to do better, with his hands, and his mouth, and whatever other body part he thought might work.
Plus, they don't seem to be much of an obstacle for Vesper, whose shadow hand works its way underneath and onto the flat of her stomach. Thal silently wishes for him to go higher, to feel what it might be like along her breast. How different would the shadows feel compared to his large hands, or his soft lips? Her eyes skim down to where they still sit hovering over her, where she can taste his every breath. She's having difficulty getting words out, wanting to tease about their previous session not being 'memorable' enough or that it was so long ago that even she can't recall.
When she finally adjusts to the haze of sensation filling her mind, Thal settles on a mischievous grin, encouraging the ruse. Her voice sweetens, chiming like a dinner bell through her weakened breaths. "Well, we didn't really finish our last lesson, did we?" So could it really be her fault as the 'student?' She wonders.
The drawling of his voice sends embers down her bloodstream, lighting beacons to warn of what was to come, the anticipation slowly building until Vesper makes his point. Her breath catches at the sudden pressure, especially the soft spots just above her thighs that make her want to buck up against the shadows, forcing them lower. She contains it to a tension in her muscles, all the way down to the toes that curl within her boots, even her jaw clenches in resistance of the motion. And just as soon as it came, the pressure vanishes, leaving her to find her breath again.
Her dark hooded eyes look to him, battle waging as she fights the urges of her body. Between short, quiet breaths, she tries to still the racing of her heart if only to pretend like he wasn't affecting her so. "Maybe it's better if you show me yourself." Thal lets her words be an invitation and a dare for him to do better, with his hands, and his mouth, and whatever other body part he thought might work.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
