[ He gets it - though really, it's still not her fault by this point if he doesn't learn his lessons concerning her. That sirens are there to make foolish sailors dash on rocks. She leans across his back, draping herself on him. Her breaths flat to his shoulder blades, her hips just a little above his so she doesn't give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she's aching from him ( like it's hard not to, where she's got proof of it smeared between her thighs so warm and wet, from him, from him in her ).
Rather she leans it to kiss him like he wants. First to his shoulder blade, then to his mouth, drawn slowly against him, the taste of him on her lips, the taste of her on him. It's not sweet, but it is dragged out, demanding, awkward at the angle but makes it easy to bite at the side of his lip in a soft tug on his flushed skin. ]
Yeah - [ a breath ascension, nuzzling against his cheek in a brief moment of affection. Warm, light, not at all what she has in mind which comes through so gentle and wicked as she smooths her hand down his side, his back, comfortably. ] Get on your hands and knees.
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Rather she leans it to kiss him like he wants. First to his shoulder blade, then to his mouth, drawn slowly against him, the taste of him on her lips, the taste of her on him. It's not sweet, but it is dragged out, demanding, awkward at the angle but makes it easy to bite at the side of his lip in a soft tug on his flushed skin. ]
Yeah - [ a breath ascension, nuzzling against his cheek in a brief moment of affection. Warm, light, not at all what she has in mind which comes through so gentle and wicked as she smooths her hand down his side, his back, comfortably. ] Get on your hands and knees.