His hunger drives her own ever higher, chasing each other up the precipice they dance along, dangerous and delightful in turn. She shudders beneath his radiating heat, his wolfish smile, his burning intensity. She is not so dominant as to keep him where she likes, though she likes to make him work for her submission. Needs him to take the control from her, to convince her he can handle it when she gives up the reigns. And oh, he's excelling past all her standards. Convincing her swiftly with every firm touch, every breath that washes over her skin, every comment, that he's capable of taking her fire. Perhaps he'd been right in the first that morning, when he'd made such claims about Lusea.
His growl echoes up her spine, his bitten words like a touch of electricity that shows in the slightest helpless twitch of her hips. Buckles entirely beneath the firm pressure against her most sensitive nerves, crying out in soft gasping sounds as her thighs tighten around him, keeping him close. Her eyes are dark with lust as he meets them, and her lashes flutter as his finger slides home inside her, grinding down against it to try to get it deeper . And she can't help the soft, bitten back whine of disappointment when he withdraws so soon, biting her lip as she watches him taste her in such a secondhand way. Evading what she wants, driving her crazy with potential that isn't actualized.
Her legs still frame him as he divests his last bits of clothing, drinking in the sight of of him greedily. Shamelessly dipping her own fingers across the valley of her thighs, tracing her core with teasing touches, sinking one slim finger deep and putting on a show as she writhes at her own touch. But his are so much better, firmer than she can ever be, and she withdraws her touch as he climbs back between her legs. Burning a trail with his hot mouth up her torso, never where she needs it. And if he seeks to break her, she'll do so readily to end this torture.
Wrapping her legs around him once more she lifts herself to press his cock against the heat of her folds, grinding against it in slow undulating motions. Drags her nails deeper than she has before, raking across his back as she tries to forcefully drag him down closer to her. [Say]"If you think you can deliver,"[/say] she purrs, forcing the words out past her breathlessness. Can't take his teasing lying down, even when she capitulates, moaning softly - intentionally - and tilting her head back in submissive supplication. [Say]"Please, please fuck me Sunjata."[/say] Because begging is not beneath her, not if it gets her what she wants.
His growl echoes up her spine, his bitten words like a touch of electricity that shows in the slightest helpless twitch of her hips. Buckles entirely beneath the firm pressure against her most sensitive nerves, crying out in soft gasping sounds as her thighs tighten around him, keeping him close. Her eyes are dark with lust as he meets them, and her lashes flutter as his finger slides home inside her, grinding down against it to try to get it deeper . And she can't help the soft, bitten back whine of disappointment when he withdraws so soon, biting her lip as she watches him taste her in such a secondhand way. Evading what she wants, driving her crazy with potential that isn't actualized.
Her legs still frame him as he divests his last bits of clothing, drinking in the sight of of him greedily. Shamelessly dipping her own fingers across the valley of her thighs, tracing her core with teasing touches, sinking one slim finger deep and putting on a show as she writhes at her own touch. But his are so much better, firmer than she can ever be, and she withdraws her touch as he climbs back between her legs. Burning a trail with his hot mouth up her torso, never where she needs it. And if he seeks to break her, she'll do so readily to end this torture.
Wrapping her legs around him once more she lifts herself to press his cock against the heat of her folds, grinding against it in slow undulating motions. Drags her nails deeper than she has before, raking across his back as she tries to forcefully drag him down closer to her. [Say]"If you think you can deliver,"[/say] she purrs, forcing the words out past her breathlessness. Can't take his teasing lying down, even when she capitulates, moaning softly - intentionally - and tilting her head back in submissive supplication. [Say]"Please, please fuck me Sunjata."[/say] Because begging is not beneath her, not if it gets her what she wants.
