and I loved you so much it was making me sick
For Vai it’s a war she’s already lost, the witch gazing up at Zeph with smouldering eyes that track every flicker of restraint on his face, every stutter of breath, every almost-moan. She’s stopped listening to the description of the room, giving him a hard, slow squeeze, managing a small and knowing smirk. ”So are you,” she informs him in a breathy whisper, leaning in with a hot tongue to lap up the full, impressive length of him—
And rising to her feet as she comes to the head of his cock. He’s naked, gloriously so, and she’s still standing here in so many clothes. Pressing up on him, hips tight and snug against his aching arousal, Vai drapes her arms about his shoulders, leaning in for a kiss that’s as much about need, about desire, as it is about the sudden trust they seem to have put in each other.
”I want you,” she moans into his mouth. ”Lay me down and have me.”
And rising to her feet as she comes to the head of his cock. He’s naked, gloriously so, and she’s still standing here in so many clothes. Pressing up on him, hips tight and snug against his aching arousal, Vai drapes her arms about his shoulders, leaning in for a kiss that’s as much about need, about desire, as it is about the sudden trust they seem to have put in each other.
”I want you,” she moans into his mouth. ”Lay me down and have me.”
