Abruptly, her hands go tight on his hips and she pulls away, but only so she can pull him down towards her. With a graceful turn she pushes him down into the bed and follows him down, pinning him down into the soft mattress with hands that would leave bruises if they could.
Hovering over him, her eyes are the same pure white-blue as his, her cheeks are flushed and her hair is mussed, a mess from him pulling at it, and she wastes no time in capturing his lips in another hungry kiss.
This has been building between them for longer than she wants to admit, a long-buried longing exploding to the surface like a volcano, and all she wants is to hold him down and take and take and give him every part of her.
"Tell me what you want," she pants against his mouth, hand straying between his legs again to press and tease and, hopefully, make him arch and beg. "Tell me what makes you feel good."
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Hovering over him, her eyes are the same pure white-blue as his, her cheeks are flushed and her hair is mussed, a mess from him pulling at it, and she wastes no time in capturing his lips in another hungry kiss.
This has been building between them for longer than she wants to admit, a long-buried longing exploding to the surface like a volcano, and all she wants is to hold him down and take and take and give him every part of her.
"Tell me what you want," she pants against his mouth, hand straying between his legs again to press and tease and, hopefully, make him arch and beg. "Tell me what makes you feel good."