Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
The sound of the next moan earned a hot huff of breath against Ari's neck. Aspel's tongue beginning to explore the other woman's neck. Fingers dug into the bard's lower back again stiffly before smoothing over where fingernails had dug in previously, trying to sooth away any burn with a gentle rub. The best experiences could mix both burning hot, and a soothing cool from her experience and Aspel had no desire to do anything but that precisely. However, the second groan caused the smith to shift, one hand grasping at Ari's hip, the other remaining at her lower back for the moment.
"On how much," Another kiss pressed against the woman's neck, a soft nip before she had to pause, a moan pressed against the skin underneath her lips. "you desire," The words were breathy from the attention she'd received but the smith continued up, repeating the action again. Until the the last words were tauntingly whispered in Ari's ear. "to be handled." With that, fingers tightened on the bards hip, threatening action but not moving forward, at least, not until confirmation of action had been received or denied.
As a final point, teeth scraped over Ari's earlobe before taking a moment to suck at it. Releasing it only to place a kiss below the ear, and allowing her tongue to dart out for the briefest lick.