[It's not that she's forgotten just how dominant he can be when he's roused, not when her throat still aches from the memory of being fucked against the couch. But he looks so overwhelmed right now, his hand jerking faster and his words ineloquent, and that makes her arrogant.
So though she shivers in oversensitivity as he kneels next to her and slots his cock against her, there's something cocky in her smile. She even laughs, softly and smugly, and leans forward to nip at his jaw.]
Aren't you kind? I'd be flattered if I didn't think you were desperate for me to let you put your prick in me.
[But enough. She pushes his shoulders, trying to get him to sit back-- and assuming he's as amiable to complying as he is to giving her her turn first, she straddles him, exhaling harshly as she does. Perhaps if they'd done this earlier, she would have had patience to tease. She might have rocked her hips against him and grinded down and gotten his cock soaking wet before she dreamed of letting him slip it in her-- but as it is, Rosalind has long since burned up her stores of patience.
She reaches between them, pressing him forward, and there, nudging against her entrance, hot and thick enough to have her gasping from the pressure. Slowly, slowly, Rosalind sinks lower in his lap, easing herself onto him. It's not just to tease (though she'd be lying if she said she wasn't drinking in his expression for every flicker and reaction he gives her). But he's so big; to drop down on him all at once would be . . . god. It might just kill her, frankly, though it's a hot thought.
Going slowly is killing her a little, though it's in the best possible way. Fuck, and she breathes the word out, her head ducking down as she keeps moving. He'd made her come twice, she's soaking wet, but still she whimpers softly as he stretches her open. Big, she'd thought when he'd fucked her mouth, but that was nothing compared to how she feels now.
But eventually, he bottoms out. Eventually, he sinks entirely into her, stretching her wide, and Rosalind groans. But far be it for her not to take what she wants: soon her hips rock, her breath leaving her in heated pants as she picks up the pace.]
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So though she shivers in oversensitivity as he kneels next to her and slots his cock against her, there's something cocky in her smile. She even laughs, softly and smugly, and leans forward to nip at his jaw.]
Aren't you kind? I'd be flattered if I didn't think you were desperate for me to let you put your prick in me.
[But enough. She pushes his shoulders, trying to get him to sit back-- and assuming he's as amiable to complying as he is to giving her her turn first, she straddles him, exhaling harshly as she does. Perhaps if they'd done this earlier, she would have had patience to tease. She might have rocked her hips against him and grinded down and gotten his cock soaking wet before she dreamed of letting him slip it in her-- but as it is, Rosalind has long since burned up her stores of patience.
She reaches between them, pressing him forward, and there, nudging against her entrance, hot and thick enough to have her gasping from the pressure. Slowly, slowly, Rosalind sinks lower in his lap, easing herself onto him. It's not just to tease (though she'd be lying if she said she wasn't drinking in his expression for every flicker and reaction he gives her). But he's so big; to drop down on him all at once would be . . . god. It might just kill her, frankly, though it's a hot thought.
Going slowly is killing her a little, though it's in the best possible way. Fuck, and she breathes the word out, her head ducking down as she keeps moving. He'd made her come twice, she's soaking wet, but still she whimpers softly as he stretches her open. Big, she'd thought when he'd fucked her mouth, but that was nothing compared to how she feels now.
But eventually, he bottoms out. Eventually, he sinks entirely into her, stretching her wide, and Rosalind groans. But far be it for her not to take what she wants: soon her hips rock, her breath leaving her in heated pants as she picks up the pace.]