Gwenog Jones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} haveyoumet_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
The thrill of this sort of situation kept Gwenog coming back for more, and tonight was no different. She could feel more than hear the whimper at the broken kiss and she pressed in again, open mouthed and carefree. She kissed with lust more than passion, sliding one hand to grab at the woman's arse, pulling her tight to her body.
She was desperately aware of the heat between her own thighs and the frissons of sensation skittering across her skin. She compensated for the need to press closer still by moving her lips down to the woman's jaw, mouthing kisses and tiny bites that moved towards her neck. "Come home with me," she murmured. It would never be heard over the music, but the sensation would be felt on skin. She wanted to have to ask again, speak the words directly into this stranger's ear. Maybe tell her what she wanted to do with her.