04-05-2017, 01:12 PM
Fuck. Fuck, she was on fire, her body desperate for his touch after so long away. A quiet, hungry, pleading little sound she refused to call a whimper dragged its way out of her throat as he offered her a solution for her problem. A solution she craved like her lungs craved oxygen, if the one he meant was him, his body, his lips, his teeth, god, that tongue. Mmm, and of course other parts…
“God, yes please,” she groaned at that hinted suggestion, pressing into him as her name dripped like honey from his tongue, slow and sticky and sweet. Her lips hovered just above that intoxicating spot beyond the point of his jaw, and his voice when he urged her onward had her trembling with want. She brushed her lips against his neck, slowly, so damn slowly she thought it might kill her. Chased that soft little kiss with her tongue, teasing him with a long slow stroke and indulging her craving for the taste of him. Fuck. She’d barely even touched him yet, and she was already high off Dovev, dragging in a ragged breath against his skin as her heart raced in her chest.
Her lips explored the curve of his neck, sharp and angular and wasted and so fucking delicious, lingering between plates of bony armor, her tongue darting out to trace the sensitive skin just at the edge of one plate. “Dov,” she groaned, rubbing up against him, pressing into the sharp edges and harsh angles of him, craving him like a fucking drug. “Touch me.” A command, a plea, she couldn’t tell and she didn’t care as long as he gave her what she wanted. What she needed.
She should tell him...fuck, something. There was something she should stop and talk about, but she couldn’t think, didn’t want to, not when touching him felt so damn good. Later. They could figure it out later. After. Mmm, maybe a whole lot of after. They had to run out of steam eventually.
Probably.
“God, yes please,” she groaned at that hinted suggestion, pressing into him as her name dripped like honey from his tongue, slow and sticky and sweet. Her lips hovered just above that intoxicating spot beyond the point of his jaw, and his voice when he urged her onward had her trembling with want. She brushed her lips against his neck, slowly, so damn slowly she thought it might kill her. Chased that soft little kiss with her tongue, teasing him with a long slow stroke and indulging her craving for the taste of him. Fuck. She’d barely even touched him yet, and she was already high off Dovev, dragging in a ragged breath against his skin as her heart raced in her chest.
Her lips explored the curve of his neck, sharp and angular and wasted and so fucking delicious, lingering between plates of bony armor, her tongue darting out to trace the sensitive skin just at the edge of one plate. “Dov,” she groaned, rubbing up against him, pressing into the sharp edges and harsh angles of him, craving him like a fucking drug. “Touch me.” A command, a plea, she couldn’t tell and she didn’t care as long as he gave her what she wanted. What she needed.
She should tell him...fuck, something. There was something she should stop and talk about, but she couldn’t think, didn’t want to, not when touching him felt so damn good. Later. They could figure it out later. After. Mmm, maybe a whole lot of after. They had to run out of steam eventually.
Probably.
(looool so this having them talk thing is going swimmingly so far then...XD)