[She opens her mouth to frame a curse, but nothing emerges but a moan, low and ragged. She can't speak, not right now, though she desperately wants to: to gasp in approval at that deep bite to her thigh; to snarl at him for pulling her fingers away from her; to let out a frustrated howl of her own at the way he's so bloody infuriating as he teases and taunts her.
Ah, no, that's not right. She almost manages to say something, as he bites at her fingers and refuses to let her touch herself. Her mouth opens to frame the word, and she nearly gets it out--]
Ple--
[Except then she bites her bottom lip, swallowing it back until she's certain she won't say such a stupid thing. Pleading with him, no, she won't, she won't, no matter that every inch of her body is on fire, no matter that there's some tiny part of her that wants to beg him just to see how smug he'd get, no. If he wants that, he'll have to earn it out of her later on.
But no matter how she fights it, he's absolutely correct about one thing: it really won't be long, whether she wants it or not, because the way he's working her really only has one conclusion. Never mind when he takes her fingers in his mouth, god-- her eyes lock on that, wide and eager, and oh, god, but she's so predictable in her fixations sometimes, but there's something about the hot slide of his tongue against her fingers that absolutely sets her off. Coupled with the way he's so relentless in the way he's fucking her, and soon she's tumbling over the edge.
And god, fucking hell, but it hits her hard-- like a bloody sledgehammer, wracking through her body as she jerks her head back and shrieks, loud enough that it echoes around the apartment. Once, twice, three times, throbbing around his fingers and dripping messily against his lips, his name caught up somewhere in the way she screams for him.
Her ears are ringing when she finally comes down from it, her eyes hazy and her body trembling, but she has one coherent thought, at least.]
Don't you dare go for a third one--
[Her voice is ragged, her mouth dropped open as she stares at him. She's still hoisted up, her legs spread and her knees by her ears, but she manages to sum up at least a little authoritativeness.
But he's contrary. And so in case he's getting any wise ideas about shoving his tongue back in her--]
Bring me to the bed. It's far past time you fucked me.
[He's still got his fingers in her, which means he'll be able to feel the way she throbs for that. But god, she wants to feel him in her.]
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Ah, no, that's not right. She almost manages to say something, as he bites at her fingers and refuses to let her touch herself. Her mouth opens to frame the word, and she nearly gets it out--]
Ple--
[Except then she bites her bottom lip, swallowing it back until she's certain she won't say such a stupid thing. Pleading with him, no, she won't, she won't, no matter that every inch of her body is on fire, no matter that there's some tiny part of her that wants to beg him just to see how smug he'd get, no. If he wants that, he'll have to earn it out of her later on.
But no matter how she fights it, he's absolutely correct about one thing: it really won't be long, whether she wants it or not, because the way he's working her really only has one conclusion. Never mind when he takes her fingers in his mouth, god-- her eyes lock on that, wide and eager, and oh, god, but she's so predictable in her fixations sometimes, but there's something about the hot slide of his tongue against her fingers that absolutely sets her off. Coupled with the way he's so relentless in the way he's fucking her, and soon she's tumbling over the edge.
And god, fucking hell, but it hits her hard-- like a bloody sledgehammer, wracking through her body as she jerks her head back and shrieks, loud enough that it echoes around the apartment. Once, twice, three times, throbbing around his fingers and dripping messily against his lips, his name caught up somewhere in the way she screams for him.
Her ears are ringing when she finally comes down from it, her eyes hazy and her body trembling, but she has one coherent thought, at least.]
Don't you dare go for a third one--
[Her voice is ragged, her mouth dropped open as she stares at him. She's still hoisted up, her legs spread and her knees by her ears, but she manages to sum up at least a little authoritativeness.
But he's contrary. And so in case he's getting any wise ideas about shoving his tongue back in her--]
Bring me to the bed. It's far past time you fucked me.
[He's still got his fingers in her, which means he'll be able to feel the way she throbs for that. But god, she wants to feel him in her.]