REXANNA
because you, like Rome,
were built on ashes
He flashes a predatory grin to her and she can’t help but to return one, her influenced body aching with the distance between them. But it doesn’t take long for her to close the gap, to press and grind herself against him. And she nearly purrs in his touch, the way his hands roam and cup and brush and tease. Her eyes find his expectantly as he mentions he’s a patient teacher and for a moment her body pangs with lust at the sound of his voice. He has an effect on her, in the way that her body practically melts where his hands touch.
But gods he takes so long to take off his shirt, and she nearly whines as she watches, arms wrapping around his neck to scrape her fingernails against them in her anticipation. She unwraps her hands just in time for him to guide her, and deep down she vibrates with yes, loving and wanting him to guide her. She has more fun that way. And she whines softly as his mouth captures hers, so slow. She’s not as slow as she eagerly unbuttons his pants and aims to disregard them, angling herself better and pulling him with her so her back is to the wall. Her kisses leave his lips, chaste and hungry as she aims for his neck. One hand tangling in his hair, the other stroking and guiding his cock to her wanting and begging body.
And playfully, she aims to give him a taste of his own medicine, biting down on his neck. (Foreshadowing? Maybe.) And then she pulled back to capture his lips, a smirk hanging on her own as she tries to bury him into her. Even without the ascended bite, she knows she’ll be climaxing soon provided he teaches her well enough.
But gods he takes so long to take off his shirt, and she nearly whines as she watches, arms wrapping around his neck to scrape her fingernails against them in her anticipation. She unwraps her hands just in time for him to guide her, and deep down she vibrates with yes, loving and wanting him to guide her. She has more fun that way. And she whines softly as his mouth captures hers, so slow. She’s not as slow as she eagerly unbuttons his pants and aims to disregard them, angling herself better and pulling him with her so her back is to the wall. Her kisses leave his lips, chaste and hungry as she aims for his neck. One hand tangling in his hair, the other stroking and guiding his cock to her wanting and begging body.
And playfully, she aims to give him a taste of his own medicine, biting down on his neck. (Foreshadowing? Maybe.) And then she pulled back to capture his lips, a smirk hanging on her own as she tries to bury him into her. Even without the ascended bite, she knows she’ll be climaxing soon provided he teaches her well enough.
and you,
like a phoenix
know how to
rise and resurrect
