Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
SHUT UP. [Because his question isn't fair, yeah? He's not the junkie with seizures, yeah? He's good, and she still thinks he's good. She has a hard time not seeing him as real put together and strong. Ok, so he cries a lot, and so she's seen him fall apart, but she still perceives him as hella fucking strong, and she can't get that version of him out of her head.] Course you could want me more. If I was like some strong seductress without any fucking problems, you'd want me more. If I was a blast all the fucking time, you'd want me more. [She fights against his fingers as she talks, the words spreading like fire warm, and she doesn't move after that one squirm on his cock. Nah, man, she's completely fucking still. Deliberate.
So, he doesn't get more. He gets nothing but her clove breath against his ear, and her tongue against the shell. She manages not to moan when he shudders, but she breathes harder against his earlobe in that second. And she knows he's hard, yeah? She knows now. She didn't know when she was on his thigh, but the way he pulled her close angry, his hands under her ass, SHE KNOWS. The nylon between them gets sticky-damp, because she's not wearing anything underneath that froth of fabric that's rucked to her thighs.
And she thinks he's gonna give in, cave, AGREE. She's so fucking sure that she's grinning when she pulls back and looks at him sweet-smug. She thinks's she got him, and then he opens his eyes and stares at her loaded, and she realizes she pushed him too far. FUCK. And she stares until his teeth drag over her throat, and he rocks his hips and she grits her teeth and hisses between that enamel gap. He GRINDS and his mouth hovers after his tongue lathes warm. She swallows thick, squirms back a little when he grinds against her, and she slips her hand down and wedges it between nylon-covered cock and wet cunt, so he can't get near that heat, huh?]
Yeah? [And she manages to look like she's considering whether she's confused or not, like she's thinking about him being her gringo.] Are you sure? I'm not sure,- [Grin.] baby. I think Latinos are supposed to be hot-blooded or something.