Re: Basement ; stage [adult]
In the moment of the pressure of his mouth against her neck, she had a flash of the memory of him onstage, on four feet instead of two, and she shuddered with the realization that he could tear her throat out before she even knew something was happening. The possible danger of it only made her breath shiver on the next exhale, but his expression did more than just that, wringing out a needy sound from down in her chest.
She gave him a breathless smile when he agreed to her body as reward, even as she had to shake her head to chase away what a foreign concept that seemed to her. The dig of his fingers into her hips made her blink slow, lust-drunk, and when she found herself on her back, she only smiled again. She didn't fight his bulk over her, only hooked one arm under his, around his back, and pulled him forward, not concerned that her dress slid up with their turn, pooling up around her hips and exposing her from the waist down. "Come on, then," she finally whispered.