[ he senses correctly. lumine loves the sound of his voice, the smooth, velvet timbre of it, and how it is so distractingly sensuous when he decides to pitch it a little lower. she can listen to him all damn day, even without the suggestive double entendre.

she is woefully bereft of him when he leaves her side to fetch the strainer and bitters, but the press of him still lingers, the memory of how every shake has her snug against him. his nails digging into her thigh is a pleasant reminder that he intends for more, and she gladly wears the half-moon marks for as long as they last. hell, she's looking forward for the mutual marking-up by the end of the evening.

she's a quick worker, doing as he instructs to create an acceptable-looking drink, his words curling warm in the pit of her stomach. he really does have a way with it, doesn't he? her arousal is a pleasant simmer under her skin, and she doesn't hesitate before she picks up the glass and turns around to face him, caged between him and the counter. ]

I'd love to. I enjoyed your instruction very much.

[ in every sense of the word. she smiles and downs the glass like a seasoned drinker. this time it's deliberate when she tips her head back to expose the fair line of her throat, when it works as she swallows down the liquid, creamy white foam and all.

smooth as butter, no gag reflex.

she expects him to apply that knowledge to more lurid scenes, the way she is right now when she imagines taking his cock in her mouth, the weight and shape of him, the way he tastes on her tongue when she swallows around him.

lumine licks her lips just as deliberately to catch the barest dregs of that white foam on her lips, and she smiles wickedly as she sets the glass aside. ]

I think I'm in the mood for something more... creamy now. Have you considered a side career as a teacher?