I'd make you lick the taste of me off of my fingers. And then I'd leave you there until you begged.
[ it's a test of her own self-restraint when she only wants to touch and devour and indulge. for him, she can stay her hand, take the time to break him apart and piece him back together again. the wait is well worth the fantasy.
already, she can feel a darker flare of arousal at the thought, dizzy off the thought of being wanted so desperately. ]
[ he can't even muster up the words at this point, wondering if talking like this is as affecting her as much as it is him, if she's giving in to touch or if she's denying herself.
he has to say more than this. he can't not. ]
I would. I'd beg. Beg to be inside you until you gave me permission.
[ that one syllable of her name has drawn her attention, mind lagging. it's impossible to interpret it — as a call? as a beckon? or simply just rey, like an exhale from his mouth. her own is an answer, as if to remind him she hasn't forgotten who she's made these promises to. ]
I know. I knew you'd be good for me. You've always been.
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And then I'd leave you there until you begged.
[ it's a test of her own self-restraint when she only wants to touch and devour and indulge. for him, she can stay her hand, take the time to break him apart and piece him back together again. the wait is well worth the fantasy.
already, she can feel a darker flare of arousal at the thought, dizzy off the thought of being wanted so desperately. ]
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[ he can't even muster up the words at this point, wondering if talking like this is as affecting her as much as it is him, if she's giving in to touch or if she's denying herself.
he has to say more than this. he can't not. ]
I would. I'd beg.
Beg to be inside you until you gave me permission.
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[ that one syllable of her name has drawn her attention, mind lagging. it's impossible to interpret it — as a call? as a beckon? or simply just rey, like an exhale from his mouth. her own is an answer, as if to remind him she hasn't forgotten who she's made these promises to. ]
I know.
I knew you'd be good for me. You've always been.