( there's something dangerously alluring about way he yearns up to reach her, the fact that her own brims are just out of reach, licking a shiver up along her spine, a sharp sort of satisfaction that didn't often keep her company. she's not hungering for control over the situation so much as she is reveling in the sight of him wanting, the way his gaze glowers even in the dark once she's bracketed him in a firm straddle. and she's not shy to slot herself in flush, giving a slow, thoughtful roll of her waist, encouraged by those palms climbing her thighs.
a hum husks from her throat as his stiffens so readily beneath her, for her, and perhaps she'll worry more about the commanding effect he has over her to have her switching from a content laze to something burning.
that lace between her legs is still damp from the orgasm he'd ripped through her no more than a few minutes prior, lifting a hand to cup at his cheek, keeping his crown tipped back just enough that their hues stay locked together. another swivel of her hips, knowing, opposite palm splaying against the wall behind him. as tempted as she is to give in to that revering pout, she wants to hear what she's doing to him, hear that gravel-tone of want crawl up from the dredges of his throat to greet her like it had before. her voice is quiet when it sneaks into the dark of the room between them, but it's steady and needing. )
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a hum husks from her throat as his stiffens so readily beneath her, for her, and perhaps she'll worry more about the commanding effect he has over her to have her switching from a content laze to something burning.
that lace between her legs is still damp from the orgasm he'd ripped through her no more than a few minutes prior, lifting a hand to cup at his cheek, keeping his crown tipped back just enough that their hues stay locked together. another swivel of her hips, knowing, opposite palm splaying against the wall behind him. as tempted as she is to give in to that revering pout, she wants to hear what she's doing to him, hear that gravel-tone of want crawl up from the dredges of his throat to greet her like it had before. her voice is quiet when it sneaks into the dark of the room between them, but it's steady and needing. )
Tell me what you want.