[She's breathing heavy, hips moving of their own accord as if she has known what to do all along. It is like instinct, to search after his fingers and find her own pleasure. It is intoxicating, more so than the wine they've been serving at the party. When her hips do roll back against him, she can feel him hard against her backside. From what she's seen, she can figure enough, but knowing that she's affected him in such a manner makes her smile.
He lifts her face, and she's so flushed by now. Her kiss delayed, whimpering from his fingers rubbing right at her core. It is hard to think of anything in that moment, but she wants that kiss, wants to feel his mouth on her. She might press back on him a little more on purpose now.
Being called a good girl has her blue eyes flicking up to meet his, lips parted. Something about him calling her that has her finally moaning, toes curling, and feeling that intense pressure between her legs increasing. It feels like a build now, slow and steady, but making her ache somehow even more, like she cannot stop grinding back against him and his fingers.]
Erik, I-- [Once again she doesn't have the words. She meets his eyes, all rounded with need.] More, please.
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He lifts her face, and she's so flushed by now. Her kiss delayed, whimpering from his fingers rubbing right at her core. It is hard to think of anything in that moment, but she wants that kiss, wants to feel his mouth on her. She might press back on him a little more on purpose now.
Being called a good girl has her blue eyes flicking up to meet his, lips parted. Something about him calling her that has her finally moaning, toes curling, and feeling that intense pressure between her legs increasing. It feels like a build now, slow and steady, but making her ache somehow even more, like she cannot stop grinding back against him and his fingers.]
Erik, I-- [Once again she doesn't have the words. She meets his eyes, all rounded with need.] More, please.