[ right, they're so close, close enough for texas's low growls to rip right through w's entire body. it's difficult to figure out where one begins and ends in the tangle of their limbs. she finds herself rising into the sharp points of texas's nails, like maybe she does want them to sink in deeper. maybe w will always want to make herself a problem, even if it's largely a subconscious response to the way it feels to be grabbed like this. the word 'later' burns in her fevered ears.
were it not for all of these variables, w'd probably figure that texas is done with her. or hope that she is, because she can't imagine that pulsing, smarting sensation between her legs will subside anytime soon. but texas seems to like what w's doing with her mouth, and w's not really ready to stop rubbing against her thigh yet. who knows? those growls could be a warning and texas is seconds away from biting her head off instead. she's not certain that'd ruin the mood either.
now that she doesn't have to keep playing chicken with the wand, she tilts her head and drags her lips over texas's other breast. that's about when she becomes aware that texas is watching her, which sinks some sparking, live wire sensation deep into her belly. she's been watching this whole time in that quiet, observational way. w should have known better. it was always stupid to try to keep this air of bravado going beneath a gaze like that.
she lifts her eyes too, fixing texas with a stare that brooks zero commentary, please. ]
Tell me what to do.
[ she knows she can slide one warm hand over the breast she's made messy with her mouth and tease the other with those bites texas taught her — her teeth pull gently at a nipple to try to incite more of those growls. but that alone obviously won't get her very far in a place like this and she wants to know this whole world of debauchery she's stubbornly locked herself away from. again, if it has to be anyone watching her lashes fan low as her red little tongue rolls out of her mouth... at least she finds she likes the taste of this one. ]
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were it not for all of these variables, w'd probably figure that texas is done with her. or hope that she is, because she can't imagine that pulsing, smarting sensation between her legs will subside anytime soon. but texas seems to like what w's doing with her mouth, and w's not really ready to stop rubbing against her thigh yet. who knows? those growls could be a warning and texas is seconds away from biting her head off instead. she's not certain that'd ruin the mood either.
now that she doesn't have to keep playing chicken with the wand, she tilts her head and drags her lips over texas's other breast. that's about when she becomes aware that texas is watching her, which sinks some sparking, live wire sensation deep into her belly. she's been watching this whole time in that quiet, observational way. w should have known better. it was always stupid to try to keep this air of bravado going beneath a gaze like that.
she lifts her eyes too, fixing texas with a stare that brooks zero commentary, please. ]
Tell me what to do.
[ she knows she can slide one warm hand over the breast she's made messy with her mouth and tease the other with those bites texas taught her — her teeth pull gently at a nipple to try to incite more of those growls. but that alone obviously won't get her very far in a place like this and she wants to know this whole world of debauchery she's stubbornly locked herself away from. again, if it has to be anyone watching her lashes fan low as her red little tongue rolls out of her mouth... at least she finds she likes the taste of this one. ]