and I loved you so much it was making me sick
”Mm, that so...?” Vai hums against the soft curve of his hips, fingers blazing a trail around to playfully squeeze his ass, her smile something he’ll be able to feel against his skin. If it isn’t quite obvious by the utter lack of care in her voice, no, the witch gives not one single, solitary fuck about an audience. Let them watch, let them hear - they might just learn a thing or two.
”That’s a lot of windows. Go on. What else?” She’s being a filthy fucking tease and she knows it, as if trying to tempt the gentle fingers in her hair to tighten into something needy, something raw.
But ultimately, she wants it as much as Zeph does, and her patience probably isn’t half as good as his. One hand glides down the back of his thigh, sweeping around suddenly to grip the base of his cock, squeezing, moving in slow, luxurious strokes. It’s a tiny fraction of what she wants, but it’s a damned good start.
”That’s a lot of windows. Go on. What else?” She’s being a filthy fucking tease and she knows it, as if trying to tempt the gentle fingers in her hair to tighten into something needy, something raw.
But ultimately, she wants it as much as Zeph does, and her patience probably isn’t half as good as his. One hand glides down the back of his thigh, sweeping around suddenly to grip the base of his cock, squeezing, moving in slow, luxurious strokes. It’s a tiny fraction of what she wants, but it’s a damned good start.
