Eloise
'You fucking hypocrite." She purred against his ear, her teeth finding the lob of his ear and rather than predictably biting it, her teeth feathered along it to grip the delicate hairs there, and pulled. "You always hate when I detour."
Eloise grinned that shit-eating grin of hers, made all the more satisfying by having caught Jack off guard. Flexible as she was and usually quite pliable, Jack would find the muscles of his navigator's legs quite tense with unbridled anticipation. She nearly shook with effort to keep herself from reaching out with her magic and manipulating his body like some glorified dildo. But she'd asked for the unplanned. Just as she'd delivered on his sun and sand, so he was apparently delivering on her request as well.
Head lolling to the side, eyes on the illusory sea, all Eloise could liken the moment to was the surface tension of water as he oh so slowly kissed his way along her thigh. She imagined some great creature in the moments just before it broke the surface, when the water was a veil above, the tension unbroken.
Jaack, she cursed in her mind, her lips parted in a moan as the hand previously cupping his balls gripped the blankets of his bed.
Eloise grinned that shit-eating grin of hers, made all the more satisfying by having caught Jack off guard. Flexible as she was and usually quite pliable, Jack would find the muscles of his navigator's legs quite tense with unbridled anticipation. She nearly shook with effort to keep herself from reaching out with her magic and manipulating his body like some glorified dildo. But she'd asked for the unplanned. Just as she'd delivered on his sun and sand, so he was apparently delivering on her request as well.
Head lolling to the side, eyes on the illusory sea, all Eloise could liken the moment to was the surface tension of water as he oh so slowly kissed his way along her thigh. She imagined some great creature in the moments just before it broke the surface, when the water was a veil above, the tension unbroken.
Jaack, she cursed in her mind, her lips parted in a moan as the hand previously cupping his balls gripped the blankets of his bed.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
