There was something extra in the playful light in Khari’s eyes, maybe a little more mischief, or a little sneakier. Something Kali couldn’t quite put her finger on, but she answered his grin with one of her own even as he settled deeper against her, wrapping his mind around hers and filling her up with his presence the way he used to so long ago, when it was all they had. When the world was just him and her and the pounding of hearts. I can play dirty at lots of things, he said, in a tone that was new and different, silky and smooth and rich, and somehow soft like the velvet of his nose as he pressed it into the spot where her neck and shoulder met.
The spot he always used to coax a giggle out of her, to make her squirm and laugh and then snuggle against him. Except this time...oh! He nipped instead, pinching her skin between his teeth and sending that same jolt through her again, one that was starting to get a little more familiar, one that made her tingle, made her body feel warm and her stomach clench and her breath get just a little ragged. Whoa…
Then he was using his lips instead of his teeth, and that felt a different kind of good, one that had her head tilting and her back arching, had her pressing into the touch. Fuck, she tastes good. Her face heated, and that jolt went somewhere new and strange, nowhere near where his lips were at all. - too deep, I - She trembled, squirming against him, - off. Fuck, let her go. Oh, god - and the sounds coming out of her mouth were unfamiliar, soft and breathy and confused. - don’t wanna. No. Yes -
Khari?
He tore his mouth from her skin, gasping in and breathing out a shaky apology. God that - She panted beneath him, but it wasn’t from the running anymore. She stared up at him, her expression dazed as his thoughts rang into her head, - want more. Fuck, stop thinking about it. He apologized again - is she hearing? - and stared down at her, panting, eyes locked with hers. - more. No, she doesn’t want -
Wide-eyed, she reached up slowly, bumping his chin with the soft of her nose. Hesitant, she touched him again, softer this time, breathing him in with ragged little breaths that tremored with nervous uncertainty. When he didn’t pull away, she brushed her lips against his chin, and again just below his lower lip. Her belly fluttered as she looked into his eyes, saw that bright new light shining there that made her skin tingle and her blood hum in her veins.
New, it was so new, and a little scary, but it felt goooood. She didn’t pull away, just watched him with wide, solemn eyes. He wanted more. She’d heard him think it, more than once. If more felt like that, maybe more sounded like a good thing. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, her body shivering as she thought of what he’d made her feel with just his mouth one long moment.
More? Maybe she wanted to know about this more that he wanted. How would she know unless she asked, right?
((loooool shit. That...um, that escalated quickly.))
The spot he always used to coax a giggle out of her, to make her squirm and laugh and then snuggle against him. Except this time...oh! He nipped instead, pinching her skin between his teeth and sending that same jolt through her again, one that was starting to get a little more familiar, one that made her tingle, made her body feel warm and her stomach clench and her breath get just a little ragged. Whoa…
Then he was using his lips instead of his teeth, and that felt a different kind of good, one that had her head tilting and her back arching, had her pressing into the touch. Fuck, she tastes good. Her face heated, and that jolt went somewhere new and strange, nowhere near where his lips were at all. - too deep, I - She trembled, squirming against him, - off. Fuck, let her go. Oh, god - and the sounds coming out of her mouth were unfamiliar, soft and breathy and confused. - don’t wanna. No. Yes -
Khari?
He tore his mouth from her skin, gasping in and breathing out a shaky apology. God that - She panted beneath him, but it wasn’t from the running anymore. She stared up at him, her expression dazed as his thoughts rang into her head, - want more. Fuck, stop thinking about it. He apologized again - is she hearing? - and stared down at her, panting, eyes locked with hers. - more. No, she doesn’t want -
Wide-eyed, she reached up slowly, bumping his chin with the soft of her nose. Hesitant, she touched him again, softer this time, breathing him in with ragged little breaths that tremored with nervous uncertainty. When he didn’t pull away, she brushed her lips against his chin, and again just below his lower lip. Her belly fluttered as she looked into his eyes, saw that bright new light shining there that made her skin tingle and her blood hum in her veins.
New, it was so new, and a little scary, but it felt goooood. She didn’t pull away, just watched him with wide, solemn eyes. He wanted more. She’d heard him think it, more than once. If more felt like that, maybe more sounded like a good thing. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, her body shivering as she thought of what he’d made her feel with just his mouth one long moment.
More? Maybe she wanted to know about this more that he wanted. How would she know unless she asked, right?
((loooool shit. That...um, that escalated quickly.))
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