[It's an incredibly tempting offer, and for a few seconds she almost agrees. The revelation that he wears nothing under his kilt is mildly scandalous, and later on she'll ask a few clumsy questions about it, but right now that seems nothing but perfect. Good, that he doesn't, that makes it all the easier, and god, but she wants him to fuck her.
Her hips rock back again and again, a quick pace that drives her hips back against his fingers, fucking herself in shallow little thrusts. Just like that, and her legs spread wider, her torso bending forward as she bites back a low groan. More, harder, faster, and all it would take would be one word of agreement, but--]
Nn-- not-- not here--
[It's a real statement, not the petulant things she'd said before just so he could boss her around. Rosalind snaps her hips back, groaning at the way his fingers stretch her open and fill her up, before falling forward to rest her forehead against the cool brick of the wall.
She's silent for a few seconds, though she's still throbbing around his fingers, her body wet and wanting. And then, her eyes closed and her voice heated:]
When you fuck me, Jamie, I don't want it to be in an alley. I'm not some common slut, and I shan't be taken anywhere so filthy.
[She pronounces the words with a clear delight, taking pleasure in her educated, prim voice saying such things.]
When you fuck me . . . I want to see all of you, Jamie. Every single inch. And I want you to see me.
[Now, finally, she glances behind her, meeting his gaze. The darkness hides the way her face goes red as she admits this, but she says it confidently enough.]
And frankly . . . there's an awful lot I want you to do to me that isn't fit for public spaces. Up to and including you putting your hand to me again.
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Date: 2018-03-14 04:59 am (UTC)Her hips rock back again and again, a quick pace that drives her hips back against his fingers, fucking herself in shallow little thrusts. Just like that, and her legs spread wider, her torso bending forward as she bites back a low groan. More, harder, faster, and all it would take would be one word of agreement, but--]
Nn-- not-- not here--
[It's a real statement, not the petulant things she'd said before just so he could boss her around. Rosalind snaps her hips back, groaning at the way his fingers stretch her open and fill her up, before falling forward to rest her forehead against the cool brick of the wall.
She's silent for a few seconds, though she's still throbbing around his fingers, her body wet and wanting. And then, her eyes closed and her voice heated:]
When you fuck me, Jamie, I don't want it to be in an alley. I'm not some common slut, and I shan't be taken anywhere so filthy.
[She pronounces the words with a clear delight, taking pleasure in her educated, prim voice saying such things.]
When you fuck me . . . I want to see all of you, Jamie. Every single inch. And I want you to see me.
[Now, finally, she glances behind her, meeting his gaze. The darkness hides the way her face goes red as she admits this, but she says it confidently enough.]
And frankly . . . there's an awful lot I want you to do to me that isn't fit for public spaces. Up to and including you putting your hand to me again.