[his mind is lost somewhere along her body, thinking about how soft her skin is, how hot the water is and how good she feels up against him. her lips are plush against his, sweet and enticing when she kisses him. his tongue swirls around hers and he groans, more from yearning than anything else. at her touch over the head of his cock, his stomach muscles tense and his hand slips a few inches up her back. now she's found something.
he murmurs an incomprehensible word under his breath and his freed hand is reaching around her, open palm and greedy fingers gripping into her ass. without her mouth distracting his, he leaves a trail of kisses down her neck. even beneath water, it's easy to tell how much he's dripping, especially with her thumb pressed along the slit, his cock throbbing.
'anywhere'.]
I like the sound of that.
[is what he means to say. part of it comes out in the tongue he grew up on: French. he doesn't notice. if he did, he notices even less when he rubs his forefinger against Cellar's entrance, pressing inside of her.]
no subject
he murmurs an incomprehensible word under his breath and his freed hand is reaching around her, open palm and greedy fingers gripping into her ass. without her mouth distracting his, he leaves a trail of kisses down her neck. even beneath water, it's easy to tell how much he's dripping, especially with her thumb pressed along the slit, his cock throbbing.
'anywhere'.]
I like the sound of that.
[is what he means to say. part of it comes out in the tongue he grew up on: French. he doesn't notice. if he did, he notices even less when he rubs his forefinger against Cellar's entrance, pressing inside of her.]