Re: In Person: Sharon C/Steve R - tub things
[The wide spread of her legs and the bruising of her lips on his meant none of this was chaste. Her fingers dug in hard to his thigh, high enough to hitch his breath and pitch his heart, and he didn't stop what he was doing, despite the snag of breath. He smiled into her kiss, the hard pressure of his finger increasing as it deepened, a little urgency pricking at the contact, at the meet of skin on skin beneath the careful lay of water. He made a small sound of pleasure that became the hook of a groan as she pulled back, hand still on the nape of his neck.] My eyes only, [he echoed, blue eyes trained with black pupils blown on her lips. He smiled.] I like that.
[He did. He liked it. He liked the rake of her teeth over his lips, the heat of her skin on his, the stab of her fingers behind his knee, the pitch of her hips. It all drove him crazy, in a good way. It made him get good and greedy, it made him reach for her, to try and turn her within the confines of the tub, so she was facing him.] Sharon, [he said, breathless, blood-rich lips brushing hers, eyelashes canted down as he watched her.] I want you. [He breathed out hot air, just before he bit into the kiss.] I need you.