Rolf Scamander (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} outofthewild) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
He gasped quietly at the warmth of her mouth on his chest, a long moan escaping him as she rubbed against him. The sight presented to him, her teeth briefly on his trunks, was intensely erotic, and for a moment he could hardly breathe for how strongly it surged through him. Once she had moved, he lifted his hips and pushed his trunks off, tossing them who-knew-where. He'd get everything dried off -- later. Definitely rather busy right now, and the thought didn't linger long. His eyes lingered on her as she shimmied her hips, tongue unconsciously wetting his lips.
He held out his hands to her, tugging her closer, and then guided her onto him. His own head would tilt back similarly except he couldn't bear to not be watching her. His hands splayed across her stomach and hips, rocking with them slightly. She was hot and wet and tight and there was nothing more perfect right now. "You have no idea how sexy you look right now," he said, voice deep and thick. His hands slipped back around to her arse, squeezing and urging her to move a little more.