and I loved you so much it was making me sick
She moves only enough to let Zeph try to remove her shirt, tongue and teeth trying to convey the things that words can’t. As it happens, the words she does manage to get out seem to do the trick, and there’s a crooked smile on her face as she comes up for air, pushed back onto the bed, his growl ringing in her ears. Her shirt is abandoned somewhere off to the side, and gods it shouldn’t feel this good to be cushioned by the bed, to be blanketed by him, lips parting in a breathy moan.
Vai’s hands roam up his sides, fingers running through the back of his hair, and the way his pet name for her rolls off his tongue is enough to have her hips arching against him, her head tilting to expose her neck further to his lips. It’s certainly enough to distract her from his hands capturing her own, and as her arms are pinned above her head she finds herself smiling wickedly up at him.
Cheeks flushed, breasts exposed, she hitches one of her legs up around his waist, as if trying to pin them closer. ”That a promise?” she whispers.
Vai’s hands roam up his sides, fingers running through the back of his hair, and the way his pet name for her rolls off his tongue is enough to have her hips arching against him, her head tilting to expose her neck further to his lips. It’s certainly enough to distract her from his hands capturing her own, and as her arms are pinned above her head she finds herself smiling wickedly up at him.
Cheeks flushed, breasts exposed, she hitches one of her legs up around his waist, as if trying to pin them closer. ”That a promise?” she whispers.
