Re: Basement ; stage [adult]
She gave herself over to him. To his hands and tongue and claim, not caring who had been there before. He pushed those others away. The sound he made felt as needy as the ones escaping her own throat, a feedback circle and ratcheted up the need and desire that was skittering beneath her skin.
The chuckle was pressed against her, into her, and it made her knees give enough to send her swaying toward him, hips tilted to allow his fingers access. The sound she made when they eased in was something thrilled and broken. She clenched around those thick intrusions with a shudder, rocking, clinging to anything that was within reach: hair and shoulder. She'd lost her words to a run of "god" and "yes" and "good boy", and then she lost even that as her pleasure peaked and rushed through her. Eyes squeezed shut, she ended up losing the support of her own legs and tipped forward to sit half over his thigh, half on the booth's seat. The position left her panting against his hair, her fingers eventually, slowly, easing and petting at his scalp instead of tugging. At least for the moment.
The moment stretched slowly, her heart slowing until she could whisper to him again. "A very good boy, aren't you?"