[ Her back arches, easy to it, all that riding had one great purpose, flexible into his hold, firm as she curves into the roam of his fingers over her. A contemplating little noise that is half distracted. ] How could I forget - ? [ she laughs, low and warm. ]
Wine. I think you'd drink it off my skin if I let you.
[she ought never to make suggestions to him, not if she can help it. He takes them, and she's long given up any pretence about being able to refuse him much of anything.
Does he know how much she loves him? The terrible unthinkable things, the forgiving wilful things, that she would do for him? Isn't sure she ever wants him to know, wants to tell him everyday. ]
That depends of course, [ plays coy, biting at her lip as she looks over him. ] what will I be getting from this arrangement?
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[ He hums pleasurably as she nips at him, his hands fixing on her hips and digging in lightly. A stroke along her rear. ]
What a hedonist you make me out to be. A warm bed, a warm breakfast, shoes off my feet...Is that all I desire, do you think?
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Wine. I think you'd drink it off my skin if I let you.
[ One day - if he's lucky. ]
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[ His hands dance up her skin. ]
Would you let me?
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Does he know how much she loves him? The terrible unthinkable things, the forgiving wilful things, that she would do for him? Isn't sure she ever wants him to know, wants to tell him everyday. ]
That depends of course, [ plays coy, biting at her lip as she looks over him. ] what will I be getting from this arrangement?