She laughs, groans, kisses him back, thrilling to the feel of him towering over her.
"You don't strike me as someone who takes direction very well, baby."
And he's getting there, she thinks. His hands have stayed in one place, and he hasn't gone for her tits yet. She switches her grip, focusing on that sensitive spot just beneath the head, wanting to feel him spill on her skin, wanting to see his face twisted up in bliss.
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Date: 2010-03-06 01:53 am (UTC)"You don't strike me as someone who takes direction very well, baby."
And he's getting there, she thinks. His hands have stayed in one place, and he hasn't gone for her tits yet. She switches her grip, focusing on that sensitive spot just beneath the head, wanting to feel him spill on her skin, wanting to see his face twisted up in bliss.
"Is that good, hmm?"