EZRA
What do you want, she asks, and you do an excellent job of holding back your annoyance, your face failing to betray any disappointment in her lack of initiative. You'd expected more from the girl with a storm in her eyes, but eh, the night is young.Still, as she reaches your chest with those deliciously scarred hands you match her feral grin, running your own fingers over her arms, humming soft appreciation of the gentle kiss, a little impatient at her sudden timidity. Something crosses your mind - fuck, is she a virgin? - but you quickly shake it off, because in the end it doesn't matter. She's an adult, sober, consenting, asking, and offering you a place to crash. You're not in a position to ask for much more.
Grasping out suddenly, you reach your hands to cup beneath her hips, aiming to pull her up against you while simultaneously walking her toward the wall, your mouth hunting eagerly for her lips and tongue. You want her legs around her hips, you want her pushing for more, you want her to be in charge, and you want to get her there in a way that she'll enjoy, too. "I want you, Ocean Eyes," you growl against her mouth, hungry and eager, trailing hot kisses across her jaw and down the scar on her neck. "I wanna make you feel so good you can't think straight. I want you to use my body however you like, to tell me every little thing you ever dreamt of, every fantasy that keeps you up at night." Leaning her on the wooden frame, you press your hips purposefully against her, letting her feel your rising erection beneath the flowing skirt, your hands resting easily on her hips. "I want you to make me beg for more."
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
