[ Her body seems intent on taking over, a desire that she hasn’t felt before quite like this ready to burn her up from the inside out. She’s hardly a blushing virgin. Even during war, they had needed to find a way to blow off steam, a way to either continue avoiding or releasing all the pent up feelings that they pushed aside in favour of survival. But those desperate nights are not the same as the desperation she feels here.
No, this need is far greater than that. More primal. This is a desperate need to be fucked by Ragna. Owned. Bred. The grip of his strong hands around her ass aren’t enough. The only way it would be enough would be him pressing so deeply into her that she couldn’t feel or think about anything else but him.
There is no stopping the visible shudder that runs through her body at his touch and the soft moan that escapes her when his voice drops low and wanting against her ear. It feels like a wicked little secret just for them and her sweet little grin splits a little wider across her face into something a little more along those lines. The feel of him hardening against the thin fabric of their swimsuits is more evident than the way another wave of desire rushes through her at his promise.
It’s incredibly difficult to try and guess how far they are from his bungalow, let alone any bungalow when she’s heady with desire. She’d climb him right then and there if it weren’t for the fact that there were people around (oh, right they were in public, weren’t they?) - but did it really matter if the thought of being caught is somewhat thrilling? It’s only reluctantly that she releases her hold on his hair so that her hand can suggest other things. Fingers skim against the waistband of his swimming trunks, as the hand holding his grips a little tighter. ]
I’m not sure I can wait that long. I need you now, Ragna. [ Despite her voice being only low enough for him for hear there’s a wanton nature to it before it’s followed by another soft amused laugh. The fingers skimming his waistband travel teasingly a little further down brushing against him. ] But if you think you can wait long enough to get back there…I do love seeing a man work up a little sweat.
be gone sore throat!!
No, this need is far greater than that. More primal. This is a desperate need to be fucked by Ragna. Owned. Bred. The grip of his strong hands around her ass aren’t enough. The only way it would be enough would be him pressing so deeply into her that she couldn’t feel or think about anything else but him.
There is no stopping the visible shudder that runs through her body at his touch and the soft moan that escapes her when his voice drops low and wanting against her ear. It feels like a wicked little secret just for them and her sweet little grin splits a little wider across her face into something a little more along those lines. The feel of him hardening against the thin fabric of their swimsuits is more evident than the way another wave of desire rushes through her at his promise.
It’s incredibly difficult to try and guess how far they are from his bungalow, let alone any bungalow when she’s heady with desire. She’d climb him right then and there if it weren’t for the fact that there were people around (oh, right they were in public, weren’t they?) - but did it really matter if the thought of being caught is somewhat thrilling? It’s only reluctantly that she releases her hold on his hair so that her hand can suggest other things. Fingers skim against the waistband of his swimming trunks, as the hand holding his grips a little tighter. ]
I’m not sure I can wait that long. I need you now, Ragna. [ Despite her voice being only low enough for him for hear there’s a wanton nature to it before it’s followed by another soft amused laugh. The fingers skimming his waistband travel teasingly a little further down brushing against him. ] But if you think you can wait long enough to get back there…I do love seeing a man work up a little sweat.