Yes. Yes, she wants more of this. More of Eames, this big, powerful, confidant man responding to her lead like this.
Without breaking the kiss, she slides over him, knees straddling his hips. He loves her hair, and she lets it fall over her shoulder, curls brushing his cheek, his shoulder, scent of clean shampoo and soap, contrasting with the faint sweat and blood on her skin.
She moves down to his jaw, along the line of his throat. She licks over his pulse pointedly, but moves on. She kisses to the spot she'd told him she wanted to mark. She nuzzles there, tempting herself, teasing him. Will she, won't she
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Date: 2016-12-06 07:59 am (UTC)Without breaking the kiss, she slides over him, knees straddling his hips. He loves her hair, and she lets it fall over her shoulder, curls brushing his cheek, his shoulder, scent of clean shampoo and soap, contrasting with the faint sweat and blood on her skin.
She moves down to his jaw, along the line of his throat. She licks over his pulse pointedly, but moves on. She kisses to the spot she'd told him she wanted to mark. She nuzzles there, tempting herself, teasing him. Will she, won't she