"I feel a tingle alright," he murmurs against her, his head lolled back and chest arching, helpless to her heated mouth, and then-- "Fuck, that's cold--"
A huff drifts along her hair where he's pressed his face, and the fingers which trace the outline of her through the underwear press in to rub at her clit through the fabric, very, very gently.
"Not sure if I want to be used like that...don't mind being used, but like that? For your sick shit? What makes you think I'm gonna stand for it."
As he says this he rubs the tip of his finger, underwear and all, around her, over and over again. He grows as hot as she feels inside, from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hair. And it only grows stronger with every word that slithers from those plump lips.
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29/7/15 07:50 (UTC)A huff drifts along her hair where he's pressed his face, and the fingers which trace the outline of her through the underwear press in to rub at her clit through the fabric, very, very gently.
"Not sure if I want to be used like that...don't mind being used, but like that? For your sick shit? What makes you think I'm gonna stand for it."
As he says this he rubs the tip of his finger, underwear and all, around her, over and over again. He grows as hot as she feels inside, from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hair. And it only grows stronger with every word that slithers from those plump lips.
He's distracted, yet concentrated. It's dangerous.