[ She's too many, too much, and the soft hum she offers in reply to his whisper is punctuated when she chases his lips, the taste of him in the aftermath of that nip and catches them in the middle of that groan.
She kisses his lips, the corner of his mouth. Her hands travel from his cheek down his neck and hungry lips follow them. While her hands continue to his chest, her lips linger at his neck, kissing and sucking his flesh at varying degrees of sensitivity she's more quickly than slow to roughly crown with the introduction of her teeth. She's none too gentle, her breath hot against skin she's going to leave well marked as her fingers spread and her hands run down his chest, over scars that, even in this passionate, emotional state, sparks some curiosity, albeit something more primal.
She wants to feel him, every inch of him. She wants to hear something more than that groan and it's that desire that sees one hand continue to press its descent and lift slightly over his abs. Just enough for her fingertips to ghost over his skin and yield a graze of black nails that travel down, down over skin and scars past his naval. They sweep up and off light as a feather and they're gone for all of a few seconds.
In the next, her forefinger finds the tip of his cock and she bites him hard, her tongue flicking over the spot. Her fingers cascade from the tip and curl one by one to grip his cock firmly, her thumb ghosting over the tip once again, and, despite her present angle, deep violet eyes are presently peering up at his face. ]
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She kisses his lips, the corner of his mouth. Her hands travel from his cheek down his neck and hungry lips follow them. While her hands continue to his chest, her lips linger at his neck, kissing and sucking his flesh at varying degrees of sensitivity she's more quickly than slow to roughly crown with the introduction of her teeth. She's none too gentle, her breath hot against skin she's going to leave well marked as her fingers spread and her hands run down his chest, over scars that, even in this passionate, emotional state, sparks some curiosity, albeit something more primal.
She wants to feel him, every inch of him. She wants to hear something more than that groan and it's that desire that sees one hand continue to press its descent and lift slightly over his abs. Just enough for her fingertips to ghost over his skin and yield a graze of black nails that travel down, down over skin and scars past his naval. They sweep up and off light as a feather and they're gone for all of a few seconds.
In the next, her forefinger finds the tip of his cock and she bites him hard, her tongue flicking over the spot. Her fingers cascade from the tip and curl one by one to grip his cock firmly, her thumb ghosting over the tip once again, and, despite her present angle, deep violet eyes are presently peering up at his face. ]