heathen’s kiss

The wait was agnozing - because this she at least had a frame of reference for, knowing what to expect. But when he finally gave her what she wanted it was short lived, her moan turning into a whimper as he made his way up her lithe frame. She squirmed beneath his little touches and kisses, breathy moans that melted into dissatisfied whimpers escaping her lips. He was teasing her, and as wonderful as it was she wanted more. Her gaze was hazy with want and need as he lifted his eyes to hers, face seemingly in a permanent state of blush. The sudden gentlness surprised her, tilting her face into his hand, eyes fluttering closed with a small smile. It took her a moment to understand what he was asking for, but she nodded. "The top drawer there." she said, pointing to a nightstand just out of her reach, the items he was looking for strategically placed there long before, but never used by the intended person. At least they were coming in handy anyways. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself