His hips snapped and drove breath from her lungs in a purely animal sound of acknowledgment--of his power, of his size, of her acceptance of his physical dominance, of her own need. Her fingernails bit and scored his back, drawing blood on their way down, giving him the reminders of her power, of her comfort with violence and blood, regardless of her preference for silk and magic.
Her claws seemed almost to retract then as she released him, but only to grab his ass and drag him up closer and deeper. Even before he said he couldn't get enough, she was thinking it, thinking that she needed him in her deeper, his kisses hotter and softer, their bodies closer.
She rode him through the next few thrusts, no distance between them and him buried as deep as the position would allow, sighing with her nose and mouth nuzzling against his neck. Eventually she freed one hand to tangle in his hair behind his head.
"Don't need to come, Neil. Need this, you." She found his mouth, took her time with a long kiss, punctuated only by soft gasps and hitches of breath, and then struggled between slow, rolling thrusts to talk to him, not just dirty talk, but real talk, seeking understanding: "I can get myself off. I can't... share... can't make you feel good by myself. I'll come, for me, with you, when I want to, when I'm done with you..."
And because she had a hold of his hair, she tugged hard to pull his head to the side and nipped hard beneath his jaw, signalling her intention to mark him there. "It won't be soon."
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Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Date: 2018-09-19 06:22 pm (UTC)Her claws seemed almost to retract then as she released him, but only to grab his ass and drag him up closer and deeper. Even before he said he couldn't get enough, she was thinking it, thinking that she needed him in her deeper, his kisses hotter and softer, their bodies closer.
She rode him through the next few thrusts, no distance between them and him buried as deep as the position would allow, sighing with her nose and mouth nuzzling against his neck. Eventually she freed one hand to tangle in his hair behind his head.
"Don't need to come, Neil. Need this, you." She found his mouth, took her time with a long kiss, punctuated only by soft gasps and hitches of breath, and then struggled between slow, rolling thrusts to talk to him, not just dirty talk, but real talk, seeking understanding: "I can get myself off. I can't... share... can't make you feel good by myself. I'll come, for me, with you, when I want to, when I'm done with you..."
And because she had a hold of his hair, she tugged hard to pull his head to the side and nipped hard beneath his jaw, signalling her intention to mark him there. "It won't be soon."