[ operating on instinct feels better than the months of meticulous planning she's been following since long before she'd ended up in this place. it feels good to just go with what she wants to do, what they both want to do, and she kisses him back, drawing it out for as long as she can until he pulls back so he can adjust himself and slide into her.
she groans as she feels him fill her to the hilt, hips rolling back as she feels pleasure start to burn through her, finally scratching the itch that's been building since the drink had started to take effect. she pushes herself onto one elbow, cupping the side of his face with her opposite hand and dragging her mouth along his throat and jaw, pressing kisses into his skin and ignoring the hunger the scent of his blood stirs in her. she doesn't want to hurt him, and her body has more pressing desires at the moment. ]
Sigue adelante. [ it's not enough. she rolls her hips again, trying to attain that elusive pleasure, feel more of it all over, but then pauses, letting him catch up. ] Please.
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she groans as she feels him fill her to the hilt, hips rolling back as she feels pleasure start to burn through her, finally scratching the itch that's been building since the drink had started to take effect. she pushes herself onto one elbow, cupping the side of his face with her opposite hand and dragging her mouth along his throat and jaw, pressing kisses into his skin and ignoring the hunger the scent of his blood stirs in her. she doesn't want to hurt him, and her body has more pressing desires at the moment. ]
Sigue adelante. [ it's not enough. she rolls her hips again, trying to attain that elusive pleasure, feel more of it all over, but then pauses, letting him catch up. ] Please.