[ she turns her head, serpent-quick, to sink fangs into his lower lip. there's no question about it — it's punitive, a bite of revenge for trying to rile her, even as his fingers slip smoothly past the band of her underwear.
maybe it's a reward, too, that she soothes over the sting she's left behind, once his hand gets to work where she wants it. her tongue flicks out, a cold balm against the indent her teeth have left, some little sigh of approval betraying her relief when she mumbles, ]
It's a start.
[ blatant lie. but he deserves her withholding praise, in turn for his teasing. her head thunks back against the wall behind her, lashes fluttering in a dark fan against her cheek — the very picture of pleasured contentment as she tries to spread her thighs wider, hips tilting toward him, seeking.
it's a useless endeavor in their position, cramped tight and pressed together as though shielding their privacy; alina has to grip onto his hips like reins to keep herself balanced. to be able to touch him without tipping over as her fingers slide beneath his hem, sinking her nails into the curve of the bone there. ]
no subject
maybe it's a reward, too, that she soothes over the sting she's left behind, once his hand gets to work where she wants it. her tongue flicks out, a cold balm against the indent her teeth have left, some little sigh of approval betraying her relief when she mumbles, ]
It's a start.
[ blatant lie. but he deserves her withholding praise, in turn for his teasing. her head thunks back against the wall behind her, lashes fluttering in a dark fan against her cheek — the very picture of pleasured contentment as she tries to spread her thighs wider, hips tilting toward him, seeking.
it's a useless endeavor in their position, cramped tight and pressed together as though shielding their privacy; alina has to grip onto his hips like reins to keep herself balanced. to be able to touch him without tipping over as her fingers slide beneath his hem, sinking her nails into the curve of the bone there. ]