[She's held out long enough, hasn't she? She's been good, she can indulge in just a little bit, can't she? Especially when his hands press over her neck, making her throat dry up and tighten, and her body shudder as she presses back against him.]
What do you mean?
[Her hand comes to rest over his, guiding one further down, over her collarbone and laying it to rest at the curve of her breast where it meets her chest, making her arch her back. All this while watching his reflection. Watching his reactions carefully. Seeing what he likes, doesn't like, and trying to anticipate what he might do next.]
You've given me no reason to fear you yet. My... mother taught me never to judge.
[Or something. Her head is already swirling from the heat in the room (did it just get hotter?) and she's having a hard time remembering the plot of the book.]
no subject
What do you mean?
[Her hand comes to rest over his, guiding one further down, over her collarbone and laying it to rest at the curve of her breast where it meets her chest, making her arch her back. All this while watching his reflection. Watching his reactions carefully. Seeing what he likes, doesn't like, and trying to anticipate what he might do next.]
You've given me no reason to fear you yet. My... mother taught me never to judge.
[Or something. Her head is already swirling from the heat in the room (did it just get hotter?) and she's having a hard time remembering the plot of the book.]