EZRA
Her deep revelations and sexual awakenings are totally lost on you, because you had your sexual awakening when you were fourteen and it's been a long, hard, uncut journey from there. You want her to push you against the wall like you're doing for her, to let loose all that wild animal you can see just past her icy gaze, to eat each bit of fire and warm yourself on the blaze. You relish in her grin, lucking and sucking down her neck, letting her lead you, making her want more (wanting more, because it's been a while, and even though women aren't usually your meal of choice you're happy to make the best of any situation).He leads your hands onto her breasts and you press obligingly against the skin, taking her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers and giving a firm but controlled tweak. As you do you press her toward the closest surface, wanting to entice her to sit herself down, to let you do your dirty work. "As you wish," you purr into her neck, sucking and licking and biting gently, your hands trailing back to her hips as your mouth carries down, hot on her clavicle and down to her chest.
Hoping she's got her leverage on something, you continue your trek down, lips on her nipples as your hands massage and caress her hips, her thighs, first outer and then inner, never quite at the center, skirting and teasing around the heat of her core. If she wants to beg then let her: you're a patient fucker, happy to tease until she's tender, to leave her
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
