you ain't gonna get too far
The simplicity of the two of them right now makes her smile. This might be the secret part she loves the most about sex; oh sure, the orgasms are great and the teasing can be exsquisite, but when the dopamine is flowing and the quiet after the storm comes - when the men are usually far more human and drop their charades - that might be what the entertainer holds close to her chest.
When they’re both comfy and situated - his fingers running up and down her shoulder blades, her hand lying somewhere on his chest, perhaps making idle circles, Lily sighs very quietly. Mostly to herself. But then he asks a question and she’s taken away from her thoughts. Instead, there’s a delayed, very low chuckle. Quite devious, actually. Turning her head to look up at him, she is still surprisingly vague. “For something fun.” Pausing to take a breath of consideration, she adds on. “It will probably cause some mischief. Shall I show you when I get it?”
