Re: Basement ; stage [adult]
If she had ever had a thought for fighting, it was only at the very beginning, moments after pulling him off the stage. Since then, he'd done everything right to seduce her cooperation to find them here. Force wasn't unwanted, however, and her nails found his skin again, this time sharp at his back as she pulled him in, a drag of four parallel lines along the muscle, enough to draw pain and welts to the surface.
The removal of his pants earned him a pleased, appreciative sound and a groan of "pretty boy" before he was thrusting in and stealing her breath again. She choked back a sound and closed her eyes, turning her face away from him. Her body was slick and open, but still needed a moment to adjust to his intrusion before she could let out her held breath between her teeth with a needy little whine. The turn of her head to the side stretched her neck again, pale and lean, the chain still cutting across and catching the light every time she breathed or swallowed. Once he was in her, pressed against her, she arched in a long bow, every curve mapped against his body and urging him to move.