And feel it she does -- she pushes a hiss out of her mouth along with an especially emphatic “frak” as the pain rips through her from her fingers. She wishes it had been her throat, wants him to sink his teeth into her very bones, tear her asunder like she does him. She wants him in her very bloodstream, coursing through her like the fire that envelops her veins.
She runs her other hand up his spine, fingers lingering over old, faded scars then she settles with a thumb on the back of his neck, running it in gentle circles as she pants with the effort of keeping still. Then she curls over him, hips pushing up more snugly against his (a feat that seems as if it should be impossible but Kara always finds a way, it’s her specialty in life). The result is shocks shooting down her own spine with the friction inside her.
“Oh shut up and relax, you can’t get enough of it already,” she huffs against his ear, dragging her tongue over the shell of it. “It’s your favorite, isn’t it? Tell me.”
Finally Kara can’t stand it so she pulls out a fraction before sliding back in, repeating the motion but with longer strokes each time, feeling the resistance of him give way more and more each time. The rhythm is slow and lazy, but won’t be for long; her eyes squeeze shut as she rocks into him, feeling the hard surface of the table supporting them, the cold contrasting with the heat of their bodies slicking together.
She bats his hand away from his cock and replaces it with her own, fingers expertly stroking him while she strokes inside him too. She’s determined to drive him insane.
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3/8/15 17:45 (UTC)She runs her other hand up his spine, fingers lingering over old, faded scars then she settles with a thumb on the back of his neck, running it in gentle circles as she pants with the effort of keeping still. Then she curls over him, hips pushing up more snugly against his (a feat that seems as if it should be impossible but Kara always finds a way, it’s her specialty in life). The result is shocks shooting down her own spine with the friction inside her.
“Oh shut up and relax, you can’t get enough of it already,” she huffs against his ear, dragging her tongue over the shell of it. “It’s your favorite, isn’t it? Tell me.”
Finally Kara can’t stand it so she pulls out a fraction before sliding back in, repeating the motion but with longer strokes each time, feeling the resistance of him give way more and more each time. The rhythm is slow and lazy, but won’t be for long; her eyes squeeze shut as she rocks into him, feeling the hard surface of the table supporting them, the cold contrasting with the heat of their bodies slicking together.
She bats his hand away from his cock and replaces it with her own, fingers expertly stroking him while she strokes inside him too. She’s determined to drive him insane.