She could kill him. She could seriously kill him. If she could find her bra, she would strangle him with it. Though, she could blame herself, she did keep pushing him... And it wasn't like the journey was particularly boring.
The only thing that kept her from cursing him out right there was that he didn't stop. He was tired, which was obvious enough, but he wanted more. Now, she just had her old job, just stepped up some more. She doubted she could get him back to whatever that was, but, dammit, she was more than willing to try.
She finished with the pants, little too late, but it hardly stopped her hand from slipping in there, massaging and clawing like his neck earlier. The other hand stayed on his back, continuously moving to new places to dig in her nails... Since she was ticked, she may have been looking for more sensitive areas, the spine, his ribs.
Her hips never stopped moving, now she just went faster and harder against him, labored breath coming from her lips, and leg wrapping a little tighter. He had to come back and if he didn't, she'd do it for him. After all that, she needed it.
no subject
The only thing that kept her from cursing him out right there was that he didn't stop. He was tired, which was obvious enough, but he wanted more. Now, she just had her old job, just stepped up some more. She doubted she could get him back to whatever that was, but, dammit, she was more than willing to try.
She finished with the pants, little too late, but it hardly stopped her hand from slipping in there, massaging and clawing like his neck earlier. The other hand stayed on his back, continuously moving to new places to dig in her nails... Since she was ticked, she may have been looking for more sensitive areas, the spine, his ribs.
Her hips never stopped moving, now she just went faster and harder against him, labored breath coming from her lips, and leg wrapping a little tighter. He had to come back and if he didn't, she'd do it for him. After all that, she needed it.