And it burns like a gin and I like it,
Her eyes flutter open as he breaks the kiss, her tongue flicking out to run along her lips as she considers his question. The night is still young, and she has no doubt it will end spectacularly, but even the purple pulses don't quite reach the tier of 'orgasm,' her smirk sharpening when her fingers finally reach around him. "Almost." Any other smart-ass remarks are swallowed in the sounds he makes, Thal's delight at his pleasure acting as a catalyst for her own while she focuses on heating her hands just enough to enhance the sensation of her attentions along every inch of him.
Pierce's own attentions don't go unnoticed, especially as her back arches and her head falls back in a soft gasp. It's still not enough - Thal wishes his mouth would replace his fingers, that he'd bite or twist to bring about that delicious flare of pain, to use his strength to make her fall apart around him. The slight tightening of her grasp says everything her sharp grin doesn't, and as he gives her the chance to line them up, she does so without hesitation.
She drags his tip over her entrance, resisting every urge to buck and roll so that he might have the control. Her voice is breathy and thick with lustful desire when she moves to hover her mouth over his. "Take me, Pierce." It's as much a plea as an instinctual demand, her fiery blue eyes flaring purple in the reddish undertones of the bar.
Turning her head, she exposes her throat as she moves closer, her mouth brushing his ear in a secretive exchange of passion. "And don't be gentle." She drags a fang over his lobe, teasing and provocative with the whisper of her hot breath. "I won't break." A challenge, a dare, a wish. Whatever he might take it as, Thal lays it down.
Pierce's own attentions don't go unnoticed, especially as her back arches and her head falls back in a soft gasp. It's still not enough - Thal wishes his mouth would replace his fingers, that he'd bite or twist to bring about that delicious flare of pain, to use his strength to make her fall apart around him. The slight tightening of her grasp says everything her sharp grin doesn't, and as he gives her the chance to line them up, she does so without hesitation.
She drags his tip over her entrance, resisting every urge to buck and roll so that he might have the control. Her voice is breathy and thick with lustful desire when she moves to hover her mouth over his. "Take me, Pierce." It's as much a plea as an instinctual demand, her fiery blue eyes flaring purple in the reddish undertones of the bar.
Turning her head, she exposes her throat as she moves closer, her mouth brushing his ear in a secretive exchange of passion. "And don't be gentle." She drags a fang over his lobe, teasing and provocative with the whisper of her hot breath. "I won't break." A challenge, a dare, a wish. Whatever he might take it as, Thal lays it down.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
