[ her eyes flash mischievously when he practically starts to melt into a puddle of goo beneath her fingers. but lumine doesn't relent, doesn't stop until she's certain that ajax isn't going to throw her off of him. her kisses turn from small pecks to open-mouthed attention to his neck, teeth gently grazing the soft skin at his pulse point, while her hands push open his shirt. ]
You talk as if you're in any position to move.
[ and with that growing heat she's sensing beneath her? she doubts ajax will want to move, debilitated by his desire. in the few months they've been together, she's learned what he wants, what he needs.
her fingers run down his bare chest and torso, nails lightly scraping his skin, as her hips ground against his. ]
Say, Ajax, [ she murmurs against his neck, lavishing his skin with teeth and tongue and mouth. ] Any requests on what you'd like me to do?
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You talk as if you're in any position to move.
[ and with that growing heat she's sensing beneath her? she doubts ajax will want to move, debilitated by his desire. in the few months they've been together, she's learned what he wants, what he needs.
her fingers run down his bare chest and torso, nails lightly scraping his skin, as her hips ground against his. ]
Say, Ajax, [ she murmurs against his neck, lavishing his skin with teeth and tongue and mouth. ] Any requests on what you'd like me to do?