[The door slams shut behind them just as her back hits the wall, and in an instant they've begun. His fingers dig into her, stinging even through the material of her skirt, but she might have endured that silently. Truly, that feels good more than it hurts, and she wants badly to moan, but she won't, not from that. He'll have to work hard if he wants to hear her whimpering in pleasure for him.
No, it's his teeth that manage to win the first point of the night. They hurt, sinking down on her bottom lip with no attempt at being merciful; Rosalind jerks in his arms, pain shuddering its way down her spine as she lets out a protesting noise. No, perhaps, and yes all at once, her lip throbbing and her legs spreading eagerly as she grabs his hips and yanks him in close.
He isn't drawing blood, not just yet, but he'll assuredly do so soon if he keeps biting. Which is why one hand threads through his hair, and Rosalind gasps as she yanks hard, wrenching his head back and baring his throat. In a flash she's darted down, red lipstick smearing against his throat as teeth flash and she bites at him. Not as savagely, not as cruelly, but deep, her tongue dragging over each mark she leaves.]
Ask for what you want--
[Breathed out against his throat, and she laughs as she bites down again, intent on sucking a dark mark just beneath his jaw.
Her other hand is at his clothes, pulling at the tie on his yukata, eager to strip him down before he does her. Already her skirt is risen up, stockings and strips of bare thighs revealed, and it'll be a matter of time before he tears them off.
But she'll get him first, and she hums in satisfaction as she feels fabric give and go limp. Even once again.]
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No, it's his teeth that manage to win the first point of the night. They hurt, sinking down on her bottom lip with no attempt at being merciful; Rosalind jerks in his arms, pain shuddering its way down her spine as she lets out a protesting noise. No, perhaps, and yes all at once, her lip throbbing and her legs spreading eagerly as she grabs his hips and yanks him in close.
He isn't drawing blood, not just yet, but he'll assuredly do so soon if he keeps biting. Which is why one hand threads through his hair, and Rosalind gasps as she yanks hard, wrenching his head back and baring his throat. In a flash she's darted down, red lipstick smearing against his throat as teeth flash and she bites at him. Not as savagely, not as cruelly, but deep, her tongue dragging over each mark she leaves.]
Ask for what you want--
[Breathed out against his throat, and she laughs as she bites down again, intent on sucking a dark mark just beneath his jaw.
Her other hand is at his clothes, pulling at the tie on his yukata, eager to strip him down before he does her. Already her skirt is risen up, stockings and strips of bare thighs revealed, and it'll be a matter of time before he tears them off.
But she'll get him first, and she hums in satisfaction as she feels fabric give and go limp. Even once again.]