you are such a soft and messy thing
nobody knows how to take care of you
Hotaru knows no other way than to include gentleness with her sex, has longed for it too many times even when seeking out the roughest of tumbles to deny it to somebody else. If Wessex is against it she doesn't show it, and the smooth perfection of her skin seems to taunt the callouses and ridges of Hotaru's fingertips. The woman's grip is just as strong, gripping at her ass and making her hips shudder backwards into the possessive touch. The Wraith's hands are cold, but welcome, traversing her spine and waist and leaving raised skin in her wake. This kind of foreplay is almost foreign to her, this simplicity of being touched even in places that do not immediately spark pleasure. It's almost distracting enough to pull her attention from the teasing bites that pinch and suckle along her inner thighs, unresisting in the woman's hands even as her breaths hitch and tremble in anticipation. Even without being directly touched her folds are soaked with her own slick, wetting the precipice of her thighs in an inviting sheen. And then finally, finally, that dangerous mouth is where she wants it. Tongue a pleasant shock of cold, thick and parting her folds, caressing every sensitive ridge inside before flicking playfully against her clit. It's difficult to remain still as every already strung nerve lights up, moaning freely and appreciatively as her hands find her own thighs for support.
It does little to help once those long fingers are finding their way inside her, and she bucks down against them with a gasp, wanting them deeper. The woman obliges before she can do much more than drive down closer, curling and pressing against the most sensitive places until she's crying out and writhing, hips trembling as her hands - trying their best to be gentle, to not pull and yank as instinct demands - find Wessex's short hair. The dual battle of slick, enthusiastic tongue and hard, driving fingers is one she can't fight. Doesn't bother to, with how she grinds her clit eagerly down on Wessex's mouth. "Fuck, beautiful, you're gonna make me cum," she whimpers, pussy clenching down spasmodically on Wessex's fingers as they drum against her most sensitive spots. And the anticipation of the bite? Oh, that only drags her to the edge all the faster.
