Valerie pulled back for air. Pupils huge as hunger for Brian took over, a primal need for him and only him left her skin on fire. She had the urge to shed her clothes, an itch to rub herself raw against his body. Yet the blonde was completely unwilling to stop to do any of it. Every move he made coaxed her closer to a ledge she couldn’t wait to fall from. In fact she walked willingly towards it. The door stopped it’s rattling when her hand splayed against it, leverage for when she rolled her hips against his hand, eyes on Brian as he spoke.
Laughter was muffled by Brian’s lips. She deepened the kiss, tried to convey everything she felt through it, only to pull back with a teasing nip so that she could kiss up his throat. The tip of her tongue traced the bruise she’d left behind earlier. Teeth scraped ghostly across it, not to hurt but to leave behind a reminder of where she’d been. Valerie let her breath play against his ear, let him hear exactly what he was doing, and offered up a wicked, albeit husky, murmur of, “La petite mort.”
Another languid swipe of tongue around the shell of Brian’s ear this time, just for Valerie to whisper through a soft moan, “The sweetest way to die.”
The idea of a mess didn’t enter the blonde’s mind. Right then she was losing herself to the pleasures he bestowed upon her. Intent on granting him the same experience.
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on 2013-10-24 04:02 am (UTC)Laughter was muffled by Brian’s lips. She deepened the kiss, tried to convey everything she felt through it, only to pull back with a teasing nip so that she could kiss up his throat. The tip of her tongue traced the bruise she’d left behind earlier. Teeth scraped ghostly across it, not to hurt but to leave behind a reminder of where she’d been. Valerie let her breath play against his ear, let him hear exactly what he was doing, and offered up a wicked, albeit husky, murmur of, “La petite mort.”
Another languid swipe of tongue around the shell of Brian’s ear this time, just for Valerie to whisper through a soft moan, “The sweetest way to die.”
The idea of a mess didn’t enter the blonde’s mind. Right then she was losing herself to the pleasures he bestowed upon her. Intent on granting him the same experience.