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Rose Zeller (_rose_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Rose’s breath shuddered, each small roll of their hips, in an unspoken, shared rhythm that was just there making small moans spill from her. She sighed softly, her eyes closing and her fingers in his hair when his lips closed around her nipple. “Incredible,” she breathed, moaning as Rolf again rubbed against her just right.

His words, his promises, the anticipation of feeling his lips all over her body made her shiver, pure pleasure already beginning to pool deep in her stomach, fanning that fire that had ignited not even an hour ago in the cool water. “Mmm, kisses,” she purred; she loved kisses, loved the feel of them on her skin, loved the delicate nature of them, loved the idea of Rolf being the one to kiss her like that. “I want your kisses,” she smiled, chuckled, “gods, babe, I want your lips and your fingers and your tongue, I want all of you.”

With a leg around his hip, she urged him onto his back until she sat astride him, the roll of her hips against him never missing a beat. Scoring her nails over his chest she leaned forward, kissing him hard, deeply as if staking a claim. “I want to ride you,” she whispered. “I want to hear you when you make me come. I want to love you for hours on end until we can’t anymore, and then wake up to start over again.” She kissed him again. “I want to lick you,” she promised him with a smile. “I want to taste you, make your eyes roll back in your head as you come. I want ride out that pleasure with you.” She looked down at him, the love for him so clear to her that it made her heart feel warm and her eyes shine. “But most of all I just want to be your little spoon.”