Take Me Drunk, I'm Home
10-03-2015, 12:35 PM
She wanted to hod him tightly to her, but the uncertainty would only let her cling loosely to his form. A soft growl was let loose from his chest, but she could discern any real protest from it. He offered his own kiss to her, lips brushing gently against her cheek. This was no cry for her to stop. She wouldn't pull away, but encouraged by his reaction pull herself tighter. Their bodies entwined she felt like she couldn't get close enough. Again she'd kiss him softly, but there was much more hunger there now. Again and again she'd lay kisses along his jaw and ear, finally coming to the white appendage, and gently nibbled at the sensitive skin. She'd push her belly against his, finding it hard to breath normally as she lay close to him. Her rational mind screamed at her to stop, but all her drunk self wanted to do was continue onwards. Mith, stop me, But the words would only remain as thoughts as she pushed onward, kissing at his lips with renewed vigor and obvious want. -fade- "Talk" "You" Think |