Her fingertips on his tongue feels better than such a simple touch has any right too and he lets her play, not asking for more, his mind firmly entrenched in what else his mouth could be doing right now. Her wetness against him is a constant reminder of where he's going to be soon, a pleasure to be taken whenever he wants - the thought steals his breath, makes his muscles tense for a brief moment.
'You said in the kitchen, I know what you need.'
His smirk is playful, his eyes full of want
'Suppose I don't?'
And his fingertips find a hard nipples, squeezing it lightly.
'Tell me what you need. Tell me what you want me to do to you.'
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Date: 2010-05-27 05:45 pm (UTC)'You said in the kitchen, I know what you need.'
His smirk is playful, his eyes full of want
'Suppose I don't?'
And his fingertips find a hard nipples, squeezing it lightly.
'Tell me what you need. Tell me what you want me to do to you.'