She laughs slightly at that torturous edge between tickling and teasing, warm breath over his skin. It's feeding and spiraling to feel his desire meeting and merging with hers. Not something she did with most of her clients, allowing them to see into her, feel her. She hadn't really expected the intensity it takes on.
Another smile at the sinister edge, recognizing it, taking it in, welcoming it. Happy to let him has his triumph when it means this pleasure.
Her lips trace his collarbone, teeth nipping again as her hand strokes along the waistband of those lovely pants. Fingers dip underneath. Nails leave their mark on the skin of his abdomen. She ducks her head more, mouth finding his nipple, tongue circling and teasing lightly.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2005-07-11 02:47 am (UTC)Another smile at the sinister edge, recognizing it, taking it in, welcoming it. Happy to let him has his triumph when it means this pleasure.
Her lips trace his collarbone, teeth nipping again as her hand strokes along the waistband of those lovely pants. Fingers dip underneath. Nails leave their mark on the skin of his abdomen. She ducks her head more, mouth finding his nipple, tongue circling and teasing lightly.