Re: Ernest/Abi
She really did know how to get him wound up around her little finger. It was a victory that he was basically begging her with his hands and lips, for release, for claimant, for something. She bit her lip to keep from moaning and giving him a win; she wanted him frustrated, on the edge of almost punishing anger. So she purposefully didn't moan, but tipped her head to the side for his greater access.
"You're going to keep cursing at me or are you going to fuck my brains out where anyone can catch us?" she slipped her knees to either side of his hips, her backside perched on the table top. "You have to admit that's what you get off on, isn't it? Being bad and getting away with it. Fucking me in your friend's study? While everyone is downstairs, no less. And it's the man who I've been pressed up against all night..." she knew that one would get him. "He's a rather good dancer, is Jay."