EZRA
Ah, there it is- the ferocity you've been looking for, the forceful taking you knew she was capable of, her greedy hands in your hair, her heels pressing into your back. Grinning wickedly against her chest, you bite down appreciatively on a nipple, teasing it between your teeth as she makes it clear she wants you lower. It's cute, how forceful she's suddenly become, how fevered he is beneath your touches.Oh, but Ocean Eyes, you wanted to beg, and our Ezra isn't one to let a girl off easy.
Growling a little, you dip to your knees, hands still not quite there as your mouth trails lower, following the curves and lines of her abdomen down to the sharp bones of her hips. Starting at the crest of the right one, you kiss and suck and caress your way down, in toward the center of her body, closer and closer to that fiery core until, ah, now you're heading up again, tracking a line to the left side , your hands meanwhile reaching beneath her waistband, greedily tugging the leather off her legs and following with your mouth.
You want her to want it, either by force or by begging, to really, really, really show you just how avaricious she is. You want to force her to force you into submission, to punish you for your insolence while you drive her wild with your tongue. And so you bide your time, the wait as torturous for you as for her, your top long gone and your teeth on her inner thigh, ready and waiting for her next command.
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
