Don't you think a girl like me should be touched?
His fanged grin and teasing is enough to inspire a sultry laugh from her, disrupted only by the soft, surprised noise of pleasure that overtakes it as he plucks and pinches with an unexpected ferocity. Hotaru is more than happy to take a little pain with her pleasure though, arching into his touch like an offering. Giving and taking the power in equal measure to find the balance they both seek.
He sinks to his knees like a worshipful follower of a religion only she will indoctrinate him into tonight, and he is a vision in the spare moonlight that strikes across his bright eyes and dark smile. The slow drag of cloth down her thighs inspires a shiver that she can't blame on the cool night air, and she steps from it elegantly just as his fingers find the rush of blood beneath her skin. It is a tease, so close and yet so far, and she loops her arms around his neck to play with that tempting hair once more as she presses just a little closer, instinctively searching for body heat that she will not find. "Smart boy," she praises in her sibilant, seductive manner. Trailing one hand down his neck and chest before her fingertips run out of skin to explore, dropping away to find the heat of her own folds, pressing in and arching her hips up in a show meant for only his eyes. Moaning softly as her fingers rub in circular motions, dipping into the valley between where she is already wet and waiting. "Help a girl out first?" Her eyes flash wickedly in the dark, more of a command than the questioning lilt at the end reveals.
He sinks to his knees like a worshipful follower of a religion only she will indoctrinate him into tonight, and he is a vision in the spare moonlight that strikes across his bright eyes and dark smile. The slow drag of cloth down her thighs inspires a shiver that she can't blame on the cool night air, and she steps from it elegantly just as his fingers find the rush of blood beneath her skin. It is a tease, so close and yet so far, and she loops her arms around his neck to play with that tempting hair once more as she presses just a little closer, instinctively searching for body heat that she will not find. "Smart boy," she praises in her sibilant, seductive manner. Trailing one hand down his neck and chest before her fingertips run out of skin to explore, dropping away to find the heat of her own folds, pressing in and arching her hips up in a show meant for only his eyes. Moaning softly as her fingers rub in circular motions, dipping into the valley between where she is already wet and waiting. "Help a girl out first?" Her eyes flash wickedly in the dark, more of a command than the questioning lilt at the end reveals.
HOTARU
