Re: Basement ; stage [adult]
His hunger and desire only fed her own, and the flash of tongue wetting his lips made the liquid heat between her legs all the hotter. To be looked at and wanted, in a way that was purely physical, was heady and unfamiliar and intoxicating. She saw the hunger, knew it could be more than her own, could hold a more dangerous edge, but she continued to push. She didn't shy away, didn't hide herself. Now that she'd been seen, she couldn't stop until she was forced to.
Her gaze caught his when he glanced up, and black eyes locked on dark and gold. It was an acknowledgement of him, of who and what he was. And still she drew him forward. She felt the fabric stretch and chafe at her skin when he pushed it out of his way, and she held no care for the dress. She would have shucked it off, if it were truly in the way, but his rough mistreatment of it only served to draw another shiver from her.
The slow swipes of tongue weren't nearly enough, but she didn't force him faster, let him take his time. She could feel the way she practically dripped onto his tongue, and while it might at one time have embarrassed her, she now only tipped her hips into his hands so that he had better access to her. She could feel the press of each of his fingertips into her hips, and she hoped for bruises, for a record of this not-quite-man that desired her in this moment. His intensified focus, the press and spread of his tongue, caused her knee to tremble and press forward against the edge of the booth. It made the angle that much more awkward, but she only pulled him in tighter, finally giving way to the groan he was pulling from her. It was low enough to be a wolf-worthy growl, full of pleasure.