Don't you think a girl like me should be touched?
"That you are," she agrees pleasantly, satisfaction flickering in her gaze. It only deepens at his acquiescence, the implication of his words and his gaze, which feels like a physical touch as it skirts away from her lips down to her clavicle. Hotaru tilts her head slightly to the side, golden hair falling away from her shoulder to blatantly display it almost in offering. A tease more than anything with how her hand is still deeply entangle in his silky hair. Though he could likely overpower her with his lack of sensation, which makes it all the more appealing to have him beneath her, complacent and receptive. A power high she does not often get to feel.
Confirmation comes at last, and she shivers slightly beneath his hand on her hip, keyed up and oversensitive to every touch. They've barely touched and already she feels like they've had a good few minutes of foreplay, the echo of Wessex's bite and how it had felt like a ghost possessing her. "My name's Hotaru," she purrs in answer, the hand in his hair moving to cup his jaw, swiping her thumb slowly over his bottom lip before she boldly dips down to plant a firm but relatively chaste kiss upon it. "And yours? I need a name to moan too." The cut of her grin is sharp as she withdraws, straightening in preparation to find a more private area.
Confirmation comes at last, and she shivers slightly beneath his hand on her hip, keyed up and oversensitive to every touch. They've barely touched and already she feels like they've had a good few minutes of foreplay, the echo of Wessex's bite and how it had felt like a ghost possessing her. "My name's Hotaru," she purrs in answer, the hand in his hair moving to cup his jaw, swiping her thumb slowly over his bottom lip before she boldly dips down to plant a firm but relatively chaste kiss upon it. "And yours? I need a name to moan too." The cut of her grin is sharp as she withdraws, straightening in preparation to find a more private area.
HOTARU
