Kara’s teeth worry her lower lip as she watches him watch her; a bit of an exhibitionist (understatement of the year), she holds his gaze while she parts her own legs and slides the end of the dildo belonging to her (as he belongs to her--) inside herself.
A low-pitched moan sounds as she drops her head, moving the dildo slightly to adjust and breath coming out choppily with each adjustment. It rubs both against her clit and her g-spot and she knows even by herself it would be enough to remember for a long time.
But with Wolfwood? It’ll take more than many deaths to forget something like this.
Kara barely contains a groan as she steps closer, skin almost--torturously--close to skin, the heat of him rolling off his back and into her very pores.
“Yeah, I’m really sure you’d do something--” she presses the head of the much-larger dildo against his entrance, just inside, and her hand finds purchase on his hip, “--if I missed. Lucky for you, I’m a good shot.”
Another shaky sigh, then,
“You’re so ready for me, you just can’t stand it.”
Is what she growls before pushing into him deep, her own hiccuping breath accompanying the movement with the shocks running through her already. Her other hand comes around to drag her fingers across his mouth, wishing more than anything she could actually feel the clenching of his walls around her and this impressively large cock; but one takes what one can get.
Staying stationary is making her sweat, beads rolling off her skin easily already and it’s with a trembling voice she huffs,
“I never disappoint, Nicholas. Don’t you frakkin forget it.”
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2/8/15 03:27 (UTC)A low-pitched moan sounds as she drops her head, moving the dildo slightly to adjust and breath coming out choppily with each adjustment. It rubs both against her clit and her g-spot and she knows even by herself it would be enough to remember for a long time.
But with Wolfwood? It’ll take more than many deaths to forget something like this.
Kara barely contains a groan as she steps closer, skin almost--torturously--close to skin, the heat of him rolling off his back and into her very pores.
“Yeah, I’m really sure you’d do something--” she presses the head of the much-larger dildo against his entrance, just inside, and her hand finds purchase on his hip, “--if I missed. Lucky for you, I’m a good shot.”
Another shaky sigh, then,
“You’re so ready for me, you just can’t stand it.”
Is what she growls before pushing into him deep, her own hiccuping breath accompanying the movement with the shocks running through her already. Her other hand comes around to drag her fingers across his mouth, wishing more than anything she could actually feel the clenching of his walls around her and this impressively large cock; but one takes what one can get.
Staying stationary is making her sweat, beads rolling off her skin easily already and it’s with a trembling voice she huffs,
“I never disappoint, Nicholas. Don’t you frakkin forget it.”