( it's that groan that damns her, never mind the way his crown tips back and that pout of his falls to a silent part, awed for a moment at the sensations raking through him by her touch alone. it draws her in, pupils giving a wide bloom of interest as she watches every means in which he responds to her. there's a part of her that wonders just how much of it is the chemicals so tauntingly laced within those sweets, and how much was the simple desire for her.
either way, it's becoming strikingly obvious the want that's flustered within her for him as time has passed. how tempted she'd been to bring her mouth to his while they stood on their own on the beach, hand in hers and at her waist in a paused daze of a dance, merely looking at one another. it hits her like a rush, how they hadn't gotten here before, how she's suppose to keep herself composed any longer now that they're tip toeing into untouched territory.
and it's all she can think of: touch.
she's situating herself in closer, cherry lips brushing along his jaw, giving him the freedom to close his eyes if he so wishes. those fingertips in his hair skirt down to the nape of his neck, down along it's column and to the front of his chest where htey curl, introducing the gentle tread of nails the lower they tread. slowly, thoughtfully. always. ) Tell me how it feels, Baby.
how is everything with them so grossly intimate i can't deal
either way, it's becoming strikingly obvious the want that's flustered within her for him as time has passed. how tempted she'd been to bring her mouth to his while they stood on their own on the beach, hand in hers and at her waist in a paused daze of a dance, merely looking at one another. it hits her like a rush, how they hadn't gotten here before, how she's suppose to keep herself composed any longer now that they're tip toeing into untouched territory.
and it's all she can think of: touch.
she's situating herself in closer, cherry lips brushing along his jaw, giving him the freedom to close his eyes if he so wishes. those fingertips in his hair skirt down to the nape of his neck, down along it's column and to the front of his chest where htey curl, introducing the gentle tread of nails the lower they tread. slowly, thoughtfully. always. ) Tell me how it feels, Baby.