convivials (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} convivials) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
She felt him slam the door shut on their connection and while it was overwhelming she immediately missed it and couldn't help the whimper that escaped her at the sudden loss. When he reassured her, soothed her, with his words and his fingers, she sighed into it, her lips coming to his neck to kiss a reckless trail up his neck. She bit him lightly, playfully, right at his pulse point before finding his lips again and whispering against them, "Touch me." Party be damned, audience be fucked for all she cared. She was ready and desperate for him and no matter how hard she squeezed her legs together there was something missing.