[She gives a giddy sort of gasp as she lands flat on her back, delighted and surprised all at once. In an instant her legs wrap tight around his waist, her hips inching up to meet his short, sharp thrusts. Absently, she notes that her heels feel something oddly rough against his back, but she hasn't the attention span to pay it mind right now.
And fuck, but that feels good-- her head snaps back, baring her throat as a low moan slips past her lips. And there's another, and another, because he's big and thick and fucking hell, but she's going to get off too soon, she knows she is, but she can't be bothered to worry about that either. Right now she's only focusing on the way she feels, the way he looks above her, the way his hair feels when she smooths her fingers through it, the way his hips look as he pistons into her, filling her up so perfectly again and again. He leans down, and--]
Jamie--!
[She'd thought he'd go for her neck, not her breast, but oh, god, and her body arches up off the couch, her free arm darting over her head to grip the fabric tightly. Each teasing scrape of his teeth leaves her shivering, but it's when he pulls that he gets a whimper, low and needy.]
A-and is this what you wanted to do in the tavern?
[She twists beneath him, writhing, entirely unable to help it. It's a struggle to keep her eyes open, but it's worth it to watch him against the curve of her breast, all eager gaze and teasing scrapes of his teeth. She pants, watching him, tightening around his cock again and again.]
Nn-- I s-suppose this is a bit too difficult for a tavern-- much-- oh-- much easier to, to bend me over a bloody table-- though y-you'd have to share the view, at least, if not the ex-- fuck!
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Date: 2018-03-21 06:36 am (UTC)And fuck, but that feels good-- her head snaps back, baring her throat as a low moan slips past her lips. And there's another, and another, because he's big and thick and fucking hell, but she's going to get off too soon, she knows she is, but she can't be bothered to worry about that either. Right now she's only focusing on the way she feels, the way he looks above her, the way his hair feels when she smooths her fingers through it, the way his hips look as he pistons into her, filling her up so perfectly again and again. He leans down, and--]
Jamie--!
[She'd thought he'd go for her neck, not her breast, but oh, god, and her body arches up off the couch, her free arm darting over her head to grip the fabric tightly. Each teasing scrape of his teeth leaves her shivering, but it's when he pulls that he gets a whimper, low and needy.]
A-and is this what you wanted to do in the tavern?
[She twists beneath him, writhing, entirely unable to help it. It's a struggle to keep her eyes open, but it's worth it to watch him against the curve of her breast, all eager gaze and teasing scrapes of his teeth. She pants, watching him, tightening around his cock again and again.]
Nn-- I s-suppose this is a bit too difficult for a tavern-- much-- oh-- much easier to, to bend me over a bloody table-- though y-you'd have to share the view, at least, if not the ex-- fuck!