Facets And Reflections

Small moans shared between lips. Her hand tightens around the strand of hair as they break for breath. She leans forward to follow jawline to the delicate Crystaline column of neck. Teeth grazing gently before whispering
I think my contract... needs to be... extended.

A bite at the thrum of pulse, just enough to indent skin, before her tongue traces upwards to a vulnerable earlobe. Another bite. A gentle pull. Her words make the little hairs dance
Can I be yours for a little longer?
 
You can be mine as long as you need to be.

Lips moving along yours, along your jawline, your throat
Followed by fingers, lightly but firmly taking your neck.
Possessively.
I need this pretty.
A moan from my open mouth to yours.
Knowing a secret.
You’ll always be a tiny bit mine
 
Idly wishing she was here, my sweet, awkward android.
I could mold her, program her, wrap her up however I like.
 
She leans in from behind a Crystal Dust. A hand around the waist, she leans in to bite an ear before she murmurs

‘Ello
 
Leaning back into her, my hand on hers, my other in her hip

Hello, my mystery
 
Miss me?
Arm tightens possessively. Hand slipping firmly upwards to splay across her collarbone, a lone finger resting gently against the thrum of her throat.
 
Yes. Very much.

Sensing a confidence, letting it wrap around me. Feeling it in each touch.

Going to be mine for a tiny bit longer?

Hand reaching up and back, fingernails along the back of her neck
 
Maaaaybe.
A deep breath, taking in the scent of her hair.

I missed you too.

The admission comes quiet, a secret just for her. Lips press just behind the bitten earlobe, and a tongue flickers to savor the taste of her skin.

I make no promises though.
 
Melts at the confession, fingers moving into her hair, keeping her mouth on me, aching for each contact, and more
Its our secret. I love being your escape.
And I'll never ask for more.


Hand from her hip now down to her thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh. A purr escaping my lips.
 
The hand along her décolletage shifts, nudging to coax her head to cant, granting access to the beautiful line of her neck. The brush of lips and tongue preface the sting of teeth. Each one a slow migratory step down the column of her neck.

Her heel makes a smidgen of a shift outwards, widening the stance and the hand on her throat slips lower, palm pausing just over the curve of her chest.


May I?
 
Eyelids dropping closed, a shuddering breath at the sharpness, a shiver and then all tension vanishes, melting, letting her body hold mine however it needs to, wants to
Leaning back, aching for more contact, more anything
Where did this hunger come from, the shy little thing having vanished.
More.
More.
More.


Yes. Yes please. Please more.
 
Palm slips further south, over the swell of her breast before a firm squeeze breaks its migration.

You’re so soft…

Words gasped on an exhale, as she holds her, the tension not just in her hand, but in the way it pulls her in. Her mouth kisses a shoulder, before she bites, stifling the moan
 
I'm melting for you

Spine arching, pressing my breast into her hand, an eager offering.

My body aches for you

Hand over yours, showing you how to touch, squeeze, mold
Moving your fingertip over my nipple, how to tease me, pinch me


It wants to be your playground, your classroom

Letting you taste, explore, devour

The very very tiniest...


Fuck
 
Her hand yields, grateful for the guidance. Surprised that she can afford to squeeze harder. She thumbs a nipple, feeling it harden just a bit.

Lips return to the rapid beat at her throat, taking her pulse before she pinches the nipple. Tentative, experimentally before fingertips add more pressure.


Teach me. How to make you feel good…
 
Yes, like that, hold them and run your thumb over my nipples, lightly, teasing
Biting my lower lip, enjoying this...classroom
Do you like how that feels? Feeling my body ache for you?
Feeling my own heart racing, wanting you closer and closer, but loving being this experiencce for you, wanting you to indulge yourself, your desires
Tell me how much you love my body, tell me how much you want me
 
You’re. Beautiful.

She breathes those words with reverence against skin. Her other hand comes to rest on a hip, slipping over to pause at the flat expanse of her tummy.

She follows those directions. Her thumb drawing tight circles, even as she holds her tighter. Soft bodies molding together in that silent admission of want.


I… I want to kiss your body.

Her breath comes faster at the admission. The first makes the next confession a little easier and words tumble out.

Bite. I want to leave bite marks on your shoulder, down your back. On your hips… I … I want to taste your skin… You.
 
Feeling the heat from you, my hands starting to roam where they can.
Loving you in control, coaxing and encouraging you.

Thats why my body is here. To be biten, licked and tasted, indulged and devoured.
This is where I am most me.
And I'm offering it.

Nails a bit harder on your thighs, scratching with desire
Your mouth needs to always be on my skin, my curves. You should mark yourself on me, leave your name and brand on me.
Your scent and heat are intoxicating, breathing you in as my nails dig deeper
 
Arms cross as both hands capture breasts in a possessive squeeze. The heat of her body as the two mold together, makes her moan. Her face dips lower to kiss just above a shoulder blade before her breath comes in a ragged escape, teeth bite, and she pulls in the skin to mark it. She sinks lower as her lips and tongue slowly meander an aimless path. Feeling the way she shudders in her arms. Pausing there for those sensitive places to torment with more nibbles. Confirming her treasure before teeth sink and mark it. Taking notes in the classroom, a treasure map drawn on the canvas of her body.
 
Half-giggle-gasp

Good girl.
Let go, and grab on to me.

Look at the marks you leave on my body
Letting my body move against yours, rubbing, grinding, showing you my need and want.
Aching to touch you, thrilled to let you have your way with me.


I've been waiting for you. Thinking of you.

Gripping your hands to hurt me more, hold and claim me more.
 
It is very clearly ‘one of those days’.
Honest to god, I wish sex work was legal, because I would absolutely invest in that sort of decadence for the day
 
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