( When the hurt look crosses his face, her own features soften immeasurably, and she leans forward to press a gentle kiss to his mouth. It is definitely out of sync with everything else she is doing in this moment, but it matters not to her. One of her hands shifts to caress his cheek, and she smiles at him. That seems to do the trick, because his expression eases soon afterward. She would explain, but if there is no need, then it is a relief. It means he is coming to know her better.
And as for her intent, well: it is simply that she has an insatiable appetite. With the matter of the jest squared away, she bends her head anew to lay more kisses along his neck, nipping now and again, and soothed swiftly thereafter with feather-light swipes of her tongue. She sighs deeply against his skin, laughing a little while she continues to rock her hips. )
All in good time. Are we in any rush?
( Because there is no urgency to her movements, more of a leisurely, sensual slowness. Her tongue laps at his skin, and she exhales deeply against his skin, letting him feel a little of what he'd done to her not long ago.
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And as for her intent, well: it is simply that she has an insatiable appetite. With the matter of the jest squared away, she bends her head anew to lay more kisses along his neck, nipping now and again, and soothed swiftly thereafter with feather-light swipes of her tongue. She sighs deeply against his skin, laughing a little while she continues to rock her hips. )
All in good time. Are we in any rush?
( Because there is no urgency to her movements, more of a leisurely, sensual slowness. Her tongue laps at his skin, and she exhales deeply against his skin, letting him feel a little of what he'd done to her not long ago.
Hopefully, he's set to enjoy himself. )