she doesn't so much as glance aside to figure out where he's decided to put her cigarette out, acquiescing in kind to tip her chin to allow him the room to make a home within the nook of her neck with his mouth and tongue. paired with the hand wandering up her belly, she can't exactly help the shiver that she'll be unable to excuse to the cold when she's barely left the warmth of his bed; arching into his palm with a soft huff as her nails claw into his hip in retaliation.
as far as she's concerned, if he's going to leave a mark, then so will she. )
Branding ain't on the table 'til the fifth go, I'm afraid.
( a jest. one she delivers with a vague gesture to the now disregarded cigarette off the side, threading her fingers into his hair proper so she might guide him fully onto the mattress proper, sliding her heel up some to bend her knee to let it settle by his hip. all the better to keep him between her thighs with. comfortable, but no less firm. not especially when she slips her fingertips beneath the band of his trousers, down just a little off the side of his thighs. nothing too indecent. )
Guess you'll have to settle for usin' your mouth.
( not that he hasn't, judging by the delightful sting on her throat. )
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she doesn't so much as glance aside to figure out where he's decided to put her cigarette out, acquiescing in kind to tip her chin to allow him the room to make a home within the nook of her neck with his mouth and tongue. paired with the hand wandering up her belly, she can't exactly help the shiver that she'll be unable to excuse to the cold when she's barely left the warmth of his bed; arching into his palm with a soft huff as her nails claw into his hip in retaliation.
as far as she's concerned, if he's going to leave a mark, then so will she. )
Branding ain't on the table 'til the fifth go, I'm afraid.
( a jest. one she delivers with a vague gesture to the now disregarded cigarette off the side, threading her fingers into his hair proper so she might guide him fully onto the mattress proper, sliding her heel up some to bend her knee to let it settle by his hip. all the better to keep him between her thighs with. comfortable, but no less firm. not especially when she slips her fingertips beneath the band of his trousers, down just a little off the side of his thighs. nothing too indecent. )
Guess you'll have to settle for usin' your mouth.
( not that he hasn't, judging by the delightful sting on her throat. )