Morgan
You don't leave
But you tell me with your eyes what you need
The way Neron immediately, willingly, let himself be handled and touched spoke to something in his nature that might not have been obvious to everyone; Morgan smiled faintly, happy to see submission in him and happier to play into that. Maybe Neron couldn't respond in all the ways expected of an evening in the bedroom, but she was sure she knew how to at least make him feel like he could.
"Stay there." She told him, stepping back and as slowly as she could (attempting to make what was often a very functional and unmindful action sexual) undressing, revealing her freckled, toned body, it's many scars a part of the tapestry that wove around her curvy hips and stomach; Morgan's hair fell in curls down over her breasts, spilling across her shoulders - the Warden did not often give herself into displays of feminine beauty, or at least not knowingly, but her relationship with Neron had been entirely about self indulgence.
The slight, knowing smirk back on her face she then moved back to the bed and this time knelt over Neron, pushing his chest with one hand gently to move him to lay back. "You look good, beneath a woman." She commented, arousal still thrumming through her from the bite and reigniting at the sight of his eyes looking up at hers.
"Stay there." She told him, stepping back and as slowly as she could (attempting to make what was often a very functional and unmindful action sexual) undressing, revealing her freckled, toned body, it's many scars a part of the tapestry that wove around her curvy hips and stomach; Morgan's hair fell in curls down over her breasts, spilling across her shoulders - the Warden did not often give herself into displays of feminine beauty, or at least not knowingly, but her relationship with Neron had been entirely about self indulgence.
The slight, knowing smirk back on her face she then moved back to the bed and this time knelt over Neron, pushing his chest with one hand gently to move him to lay back. "You look good, beneath a woman." She commented, arousal still thrumming through her from the bite and reigniting at the sight of his eyes looking up at hers.
Oh, please
Do you think that I don't know what it means?
