[ it's not lost on her when he uses his good arm to tug her close and if she tosses him a reprimanding look, it's brief, because then she's sliding her mouth up against his, fingers catching his wrists to pin them up against the edge of the headboard. ] You shouldn't strain your arm so much, [ she murmurs against his jaw before she moves to press a line of kisses on the curve of his bicep.
he has scars from where the drivesuit overloaded years and years ago, and while he's not ashamed of them, she knows that there's another reason why he wears sweaters -- and it's not always because they're comfy and alaska is cold.
she widens her mouth over his skin, sucks gently because she likes the taste of him in her mouth and as she straddles his thigh, her weight balanced between her knees, her other hand releases his wrist in favor of skimming down the taut planes of his stomach.
he's hard in her hand and she thumbs a slow circle around the head of his cock, her last two fingers tracing the underside, featherlike over skin. ]
[ he's about to murmur a reply, a it's totally worth it because it really, really is. but then she kisses his scars. she straddles him and--is she leaving a hickey by the burn scars? that's new and feels surprisingly good. so good that he can't actually reply, all he can do is hiss a breath in between his teeth.
his hands scrabble for a grip on the headboard as her fingers drift over his stomach. whether or not she intended for him to keep his hands there, that's where they're staying for now. and it's really hard not to cant his hips up when she touches him like that, so he doesn't really try. it's a short, hitching movement, her name a low mumble on his lips.
this isn't exactly what he had in mind when he rolled them over and asked her to sit back. he was thinking something more along the lines of thrusting up into her while she clenched around him and came hard, but apparently she wants to tease him first. turnabout may be fair play, but it also kind of sucks. and not in the good way. ]
Naomi... [ there is not a thread of whining in his voice. no, not at all. ] Babe, come on, please.
Wait [ she's a little breathless against his skin, her hand wrapped around him tight as she strokes, slow and encouraging so that he swells against her palm ] Wait [ she presses kisses over his chest, her tongue finding the hardened nub of his nipple as her hips hitch over his thigh in time to the movement of her arm.
she can feel the damp between her legs and she wants him hard and full before she lets him thrust into her; wants more than just the whine that she can hear in his voice because when he says her name, when he is muttering expletives as she rides him over the edge, it is something she just cannot resist.
some people like minor bondage or have certain, favorite positions, but the thing is, what really gets naomi off is raleigh becket being a mouthy little thing in bed - don't ask her why, everyone has their kinks. ]
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he has scars from where the drivesuit overloaded years and years ago, and while he's not ashamed of them, she knows that there's another reason why he wears sweaters -- and it's not always because they're comfy and alaska is cold.
she widens her mouth over his skin, sucks gently because she likes the taste of him in her mouth and as she straddles his thigh, her weight balanced between her knees, her other hand releases his wrist in favor of skimming down the taut planes of his stomach.
he's hard in her hand and she thumbs a slow circle around the head of his cock, her last two fingers tracing the underside, featherlike over skin. ]
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his hands scrabble for a grip on the headboard as her fingers drift over his stomach. whether or not she intended for him to keep his hands there, that's where they're staying for now. and it's really hard not to cant his hips up when she touches him like that, so he doesn't really try. it's a short, hitching movement, her name a low mumble on his lips.
this isn't exactly what he had in mind when he rolled them over and asked her to sit back. he was thinking something more along the lines of thrusting up into her while she clenched around him and came hard, but apparently she wants to tease him first. turnabout may be fair play, but it also kind of sucks. and not in the good way. ]
Naomi... [ there is not a thread of whining in his voice. no, not at all. ] Babe, come on, please.
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she can feel the damp between her legs and she wants him hard and full before she lets him thrust into her; wants more than just the whine that she can hear in his voice because when he says her name, when he is muttering expletives as she rides him over the edge, it is something she just cannot resist.
some people like minor bondage or have certain, favorite positions, but the thing is, what really gets naomi off is raleigh becket being a mouthy little thing in bed - don't ask her why, everyone has their kinks. ]