[Christ, oh, fuck, and the minute his teeth latch onto her, Rosalind's moans grow louder. He's so rough, his mouth savage as he bites her, sucking hard and leaving her throbbing from the attention. She actually slows her pace, trembling atop him, her fingers pressing hard against her clit as he licks and sucks at her. He looks too attractive like that, with his mouth full and his moans vibrating against her skin, so obviously focused on his task. There's already the traces of a bruise there, dark and vivid, and she doubts it's the last he'll leave on her.
Her back arches, her body leaning forward as he slides his tongue over her. Her breath is growing shorter, and Rosalind runs a hand through her hair, her eyes closing, teeth digging into her bottom lip. It's a shock when he pulls back, and she jerks in his lap, eyes flying open and staring down at him.
She isn't sure if she's more sorry or pleased that he's stopped. Sorry, because she thinks she could have him biting and licking at her breasts for ages and be content (or at least a few minutes, before she got too wet and was aching to be fucked), and pleased, because it means she can resume the quick pace she'd been at before.]
O-oh-- thank you for that permission, Bigby--
[But whereas that might have been sharp and snappish earlier this evening, right now it's something more teasing; a joke for them to share, as her hips resume their pace, heavy snaps that leave stars bursting behind her eyes. And oh, fuck, but there's a moment where she pushes her hips back and she can feel it, just like that, her eyes widening, still locked onto his.
Her mouth drops open, because it's a heavy orgasm that she feels in her core. She ducks her head down, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, her back arching as she presses herself tight against him.
There's no noises this time, but that isn't an indication of a lack of pleasure. Rosalind shakes, her thighs trembling involuntarily, her teeth biting down hard into his skin as she fucks herself once, twice, three times against his cock, timing each thrust to the waves of her orgasm. It's hard enough that even she stops thinking for a few blessed seconds, hard enough that she doesn't realize how deeply her nails have dug into his skin until she releases him and feels the indents there.
Poor Bigby. She might feel bad for nearly drawing blood (or perhaps she did, she honestly isn't focused enough to tell right now) if he didn't so clearly get off on pain. God, even the aftershocks are intense, and Rosalind whines softly as she pulls back.
He's undoubtedly going to throw her down in a moment. He hasn't seemed to want to rest between rounds, so why should this be any different? She braces herself, pressing her knees in tighter, and tips her head back to look down at him. Her eyes are a little glazed, her hair sticking to her neck, but though she's bruised and scratched up, sore and aching, she isn't down for the count just yet.]
You're going to get me addicted to this kind of thing.
[This most definitely isn't the last time they're doing this. She pushes a hand through his hair, sweeping it away from his face.]
So what would get you off this time, Bigby? Given I'm very satisfied right now, I'm far more inclined to indulge you.
[As if he hasn't gotten his way the entire time tonight. But Rosalind drapes her arms more naturally around his shoulders, something endeared and amused in her gaze now. Gently, little shudders running through her from the aftershocks, she rocks her hips against him.]
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Her back arches, her body leaning forward as he slides his tongue over her. Her breath is growing shorter, and Rosalind runs a hand through her hair, her eyes closing, teeth digging into her bottom lip. It's a shock when he pulls back, and she jerks in his lap, eyes flying open and staring down at him.
She isn't sure if she's more sorry or pleased that he's stopped. Sorry, because she thinks she could have him biting and licking at her breasts for ages and be content (or at least a few minutes, before she got too wet and was aching to be fucked), and pleased, because it means she can resume the quick pace she'd been at before.]
O-oh-- thank you for that permission, Bigby--
[But whereas that might have been sharp and snappish earlier this evening, right now it's something more teasing; a joke for them to share, as her hips resume their pace, heavy snaps that leave stars bursting behind her eyes. And oh, fuck, but there's a moment where she pushes her hips back and she can feel it, just like that, her eyes widening, still locked onto his.
Her mouth drops open, because it's a heavy orgasm that she feels in her core. She ducks her head down, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, her back arching as she presses herself tight against him.
There's no noises this time, but that isn't an indication of a lack of pleasure. Rosalind shakes, her thighs trembling involuntarily, her teeth biting down hard into his skin as she fucks herself once, twice, three times against his cock, timing each thrust to the waves of her orgasm. It's hard enough that even she stops thinking for a few blessed seconds, hard enough that she doesn't realize how deeply her nails have dug into his skin until she releases him and feels the indents there.
Poor Bigby. She might feel bad for nearly drawing blood (or perhaps she did, she honestly isn't focused enough to tell right now) if he didn't so clearly get off on pain. God, even the aftershocks are intense, and Rosalind whines softly as she pulls back.
He's undoubtedly going to throw her down in a moment. He hasn't seemed to want to rest between rounds, so why should this be any different? She braces herself, pressing her knees in tighter, and tips her head back to look down at him. Her eyes are a little glazed, her hair sticking to her neck, but though she's bruised and scratched up, sore and aching, she isn't down for the count just yet.]
You're going to get me addicted to this kind of thing.
[This most definitely isn't the last time they're doing this. She pushes a hand through his hair, sweeping it away from his face.]
So what would get you off this time, Bigby? Given I'm very satisfied right now, I'm far more inclined to indulge you.
[As if he hasn't gotten his way the entire time tonight. But Rosalind drapes her arms more naturally around his shoulders, something endeared and amused in her gaze now. Gently, little shudders running through her from the aftershocks, she rocks her hips against him.]