If anything her mother ever said stuck with her, it was that adage of practice makes perfect. Emyli didn't practice a lot of things, but what she did? She was damn near perfect at, if she said so herself. As a kid first entering puberty and their sexually curious years, adults intimidate them with threats of pregnancy and STD's. While the latter were still relevant, Emyli didn't have to worry about the former -- unless she came into contact with another Dream Eater, but how likely was that? -- which made it easy to be sexually promiscuous at an early age. Needless to say, she had performed enough to gain a technique that could only be classified as 'drunk and experienced.' No matter what she had in her system, her sloppy movements were practiced enough to be precise and stimulating. She didn't see anything wrong with being so experienced that she could basically screw blindfolded and with her hands behind her back (which she had. Twice).
Hearing Lang groan was one thing, but feeling the vibrations of his voice against her chest was a totally different level of thrilling. That groan was louder when his lips were beneath her ear, but she was more focused on the feeling of his teeth against her neck. Emyli wasn't a dainty little thing to be petted and bedded. Biting, scratching, and any manner of rough housing was the way she liked her after hours playtime. And teasing. God she loved teasing. The way his fingers trailed down her legs had her curving her hips upward, lifting them off of the couch so the underwear could be easily removed. A few years ago, she would have marveled at the way that her underwear didn't get caught on her shoes. Now, she was barely aware that she was still in her shoes.
Feeling him brush against her caused her to hum with pleasure, a sound that was muffled in the fervent crush that was him biting her lower lip. The brief contact that he gave her was enough to allow her a flash of warmth; a feeling she wanted more of and she didn't want to wait for it. Emyli wrenched one hand back into his hair, threading the locks between her fingers as she gave a tug. The other hand raced down and met his. She stroked his length and in a quick motion, brought her hips up once more as she guided him into her. "Stop fucking with me and fuck me." she hissed into his ear.