// heart strung, young and dumb, yeah we had no fear
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
“It’s very cold.” She hums softly, agreeing with him and simply repeating it because she’s distracted by his fingers, readjusting herself to help him get closer and he seems to take it and run. She sips from her glass before she lowers it to the table, back arching a fraction as she straightens up toward him.
His question takes her a moment to respond to, the flush coursing through her skin the second he’s pushing aside the last barrier and her legs spread a bit more for him, slick and warm and ready when his fingers press against her clit in a slow circle, one that has her trembling to keep from grinding her hips. “I… managed.” She breathes through a hitch of her breath, her free hand rising to reach for the hem of his shirt, to slip her hand up underneath it and drag her nails across the muscle of his stomach. “We had to give them a secret nobody knows, one that was either a truth… or a lie.” Her voice is still breathy, her gaze never leaving him as she tries her best not to whine.
They’re still in the shaded part of the bar, though, blocked by how they sit and how he’s in front of her. It allows her to arch her back a bit more, a bit closer to a cat’s arch, her head tipping back a small amount as her smirk curls around her lips. “I closed my eyes…” She breathes, her voice like rough honey with her restraint. “And suddenly, the egg was mine.”
His question takes her a moment to respond to, the flush coursing through her skin the second he’s pushing aside the last barrier and her legs spread a bit more for him, slick and warm and ready when his fingers press against her clit in a slow circle, one that has her trembling to keep from grinding her hips. “I… managed.” She breathes through a hitch of her breath, her free hand rising to reach for the hem of his shirt, to slip her hand up underneath it and drag her nails across the muscle of his stomach. “We had to give them a secret nobody knows, one that was either a truth… or a lie.” Her voice is still breathy, her gaze never leaving him as she tries her best not to whine.
They’re still in the shaded part of the bar, though, blocked by how they sit and how he’s in front of her. It allows her to arch her back a bit more, a bit closer to a cat’s arch, her head tipping back a small amount as her smirk curls around her lips. “I closed my eyes…” She breathes, her voice like rough honey with her restraint. “And suddenly, the egg was mine.”
Seraphina
