[She shifts, moving with his prompting, spreading her legs wider so he can look all he likes. Two fingers trace over her entrance again and again, dipping down low and pressing hard without ever quite forcing their way forward, as her teeth worry at her bottom lip again. It'd be the work of a moment to slip her fingers forward, but that'd miss the point entirely. Much better to tease herself over and over, so when she finally ends up taking him she'll be all the more hungry for it.
Though she is hungry for it. It's only been a few minutes since he'd drawn his fingers out of her, but Rosalind aches to be filled already, her mind half-fantasizing about how good it'll feel to sink down on him, stretching herself open and satisfying herself as she's been aching to since they began.
What does she want from him . . .]
I want you to fuck me, of course.
[She shivers as she draws her fingers back, shifting to rise up and kneel instead. It gives her far more power than lying sprawled had, and she'll need that for what she says next.]
Hard, though. As hard as you went before, hard enough that I'm left with bruises on my hips and my throat is aching from how loudly I've been screaming for you. I want you to mark me up-- not where anyone can see the next day, thank you, but elsewhere. And I want you to-- [there's just the slightest hesitation, and then:] --to make me helpless. To pin me down as you fuck me, either when you're bending me over something or I'm flat on my back.
[Hmm . . . hmm hmm hmm, and she puts her wet fingers to her lips, slipping them into her mouth so she can clean them off.]
And I want to ride you. I want you to keep your hands to yourself and let me set the pace, so I can do as I like with you for as long as I like. Do you think you could manage that? You'd be more than welcome to use your mouth, of course, but even then, I wonder.
[So. So, with all of that in mind, she leans forward, reaching for him, her hands on his shoulders, pressing up against him and nosing at his jawline. His cock is pressed up against her belly, pre smearing over her skin as he throbs against her, and she smiles faintly.]
So . . . please, Bigby, will you do all that to me? Though I think . . . nn, at this point, I think I could happily get none of that, so long as I got you fucking me before the night ends. Please, please come fuck me, because I can't stand not having every inch of you deep in me right now.
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Though she is hungry for it. It's only been a few minutes since he'd drawn his fingers out of her, but Rosalind aches to be filled already, her mind half-fantasizing about how good it'll feel to sink down on him, stretching herself open and satisfying herself as she's been aching to since they began.
What does she want from him . . .]
I want you to fuck me, of course.
[She shivers as she draws her fingers back, shifting to rise up and kneel instead. It gives her far more power than lying sprawled had, and she'll need that for what she says next.]
Hard, though. As hard as you went before, hard enough that I'm left with bruises on my hips and my throat is aching from how loudly I've been screaming for you. I want you to mark me up-- not where anyone can see the next day, thank you, but elsewhere. And I want you to-- [there's just the slightest hesitation, and then:] --to make me helpless. To pin me down as you fuck me, either when you're bending me over something or I'm flat on my back.
[Hmm . . . hmm hmm hmm, and she puts her wet fingers to her lips, slipping them into her mouth so she can clean them off.]
And I want to ride you. I want you to keep your hands to yourself and let me set the pace, so I can do as I like with you for as long as I like. Do you think you could manage that? You'd be more than welcome to use your mouth, of course, but even then, I wonder.
[So. So, with all of that in mind, she leans forward, reaching for him, her hands on his shoulders, pressing up against him and nosing at his jawline. His cock is pressed up against her belly, pre smearing over her skin as he throbs against her, and she smiles faintly.]
So . . . please, Bigby, will you do all that to me? Though I think . . . nn, at this point, I think I could happily get none of that, so long as I got you fucking me before the night ends. Please, please come fuck me, because I can't stand not having every inch of you deep in me right now.