Don't you think a girl like me should be touched?
They are frozen in the rictus of their pleasure, capable of doing little more than clutching at one another like drowning men would cling to a lifeline. His arm comes to cradle her as she sags against him, and his strength is a welcome stabilizing force as he sucks down each mouthful of blood that she offers him. Even drunk on his own pleasure he does not forget her, and she shudders and quakes in the wake of his devilish fingers as they curl and press within her inexorably. She is torn between pressing closer and jerking away at the electric sensation that verges on pain, that perfect line between overstimulation and agony.
It seems like ages before his teeth slide from her skin, feeling only mildly faint but unbothered by it with the pleasure that still aches in her veins. Hotaru gives a startled little noise that normally she would be clear-headed enough to stifle as he sweeps her into his arms, belly swooping as she stares at his handsome face in the dark, grateful for the shadows that conceal her uncharacteristically red cheeks. It's a sweet gesture, one that she can't help but soak up. How long has it been since someone has cradled her so willingly in the aftermath of taking what she has given? It's a depressing thought, and she banishes it - along with the feelings he has briefly inspired - as quickly as it comes.
Instead she focuses on the rough nature of his voice, the firm press to her inner thigh that he gives. She reaches up to tuck his hair behind his ear, and there is far too much softness in her gaze as she smiles up at him and pats the bed at her side to invite him to lie beside her if he wants to. "Everything and more. And you? I'd hate to ruin your first experience of this sort." And she is admittedly quite honored that he had even given her the chance.
It seems like ages before his teeth slide from her skin, feeling only mildly faint but unbothered by it with the pleasure that still aches in her veins. Hotaru gives a startled little noise that normally she would be clear-headed enough to stifle as he sweeps her into his arms, belly swooping as she stares at his handsome face in the dark, grateful for the shadows that conceal her uncharacteristically red cheeks. It's a sweet gesture, one that she can't help but soak up. How long has it been since someone has cradled her so willingly in the aftermath of taking what she has given? It's a depressing thought, and she banishes it - along with the feelings he has briefly inspired - as quickly as it comes.
Instead she focuses on the rough nature of his voice, the firm press to her inner thigh that he gives. She reaches up to tuck his hair behind his ear, and there is far too much softness in her gaze as she smiles up at him and pats the bed at her side to invite him to lie beside her if he wants to. "Everything and more. And you? I'd hate to ruin your first experience of this sort." And she is admittedly quite honored that he had even given her the chance.
HOTARU
