[Sometimes she is capable of constructing such elaborate and well played lies that even she starts to believe them herself. This though? This is completely honest, it's open and though still a bit restrained it is just for him- as a result of his actions. So there's that.
The hand not clamped around his forearm, in an effort to keep him where she wants him, traces over the patterns across his chest at least until she's far too distracted to maintain the slow moving sweep of her fingers and she simply drags her nails down his ribs.
Everything about that sound she made is screaming for him to- Oh! Yes.- She moans and writhes back against his hand, dropping her head to his shoulder, biting down as talented fingers push her passed caring about boundaries or appearances. Her core tightens around his fingers, her thighs around his waist.
She whines quietly against his neck urging him on, whispering for just a little more- justalittlejustalittlebitmore- She arches off his chest, her climax hitting her hard and forcing a low breathless moan, from her lips. Fuck. And they're only barely getting started.
Relaxing against him, her hear is pounding in her chest - fluttering and rapid- and she's it's a clear in his ears as is in hers. The Ex-Russian shifts, catching his bottom lip with her teeth tugging at it hard, then sucking at it to sooth it. She smirks, it's a touch lazy, but clearly no where near ready to quit 'playing'.]
Are you better? Because I'm much better, but I think... we still have a little work to do to make you better too.
Nawww... Don't mind me.. I'm going to sit over here and bask in your love. and cry about my awful.
The hand not clamped around his forearm, in an effort to keep him where she wants him, traces over the patterns across his chest at least until she's far too distracted to maintain the slow moving sweep of her fingers and she simply drags her nails down his ribs.
Everything about that sound she made is screaming for him to- Oh! Yes.- She moans and writhes back against his hand, dropping her head to his shoulder, biting down as talented fingers push her passed caring about boundaries or appearances. Her core tightens around his fingers, her thighs around his waist.
She whines quietly against his neck urging him on, whispering for just a little more- justalittlejustalittlebitmore- She arches off his chest, her climax hitting her hard and forcing a low breathless moan, from her lips. Fuck. And they're only barely getting started.
Relaxing against him, her hear is pounding in her chest - fluttering and rapid- and she's it's a clear in his ears as is in hers. The Ex-Russian shifts, catching his bottom lip with her teeth tugging at it hard, then sucking at it to sooth it. She smirks, it's a touch lazy, but clearly no where near ready to quit 'playing'.]
Are you better? Because I'm much better, but I think... we still have a little work to do to make you better too.