[ whoa, she listened. ichiro makes a soft noise, impressed, both at her self restraint and the way her body's moving around his fingers. another shift, and her walls tighten up around him, the pressure even just around his fingers making him hiss. it brings him back to their first time together, influenced by aphrodisiacs or not--she'd been so tight around him it'd been practically obscene. roxy's not the only one who's been thinking about it, wanting to seek it out again, and this has been the perfect opportunity.
his mouth stays at her neck as he twitches his fingers, tries to stay in tune with her wants and needs. when roxy tugs, he bites down, not sucking down enough to leave a hickey, but enough to leave the spot behind red. he laves his tongue over it, murmuring heated: ] You too, you too. God, you're so tight--how do you wanna do this, huh? I could watch you ride me all night--ngh.
[ the motion of his fingers picks up, the sound slick and inviting, and jesus christ, he's not gonna need that much more time, either. at this point, ichiro's mouth is moving faster than his brain, but it's not all that abnormal, as he picks up the pace with his hand, fingers curling, looking for the spot to get another one of those sweet noises for the ceiling. it lets him keep talking, voice low enough that only roxy'd be able to hear. ]
Maybe from the back? [ what a mental image that is. his mouth catches against her shoulder again, the faint press of teeth, his smirk pulled up at the corners against her soft, soft skin. ] Can't see your face, but hard and fast into the futon to make you scream?
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his mouth stays at her neck as he twitches his fingers, tries to stay in tune with her wants and needs. when roxy tugs, he bites down, not sucking down enough to leave a hickey, but enough to leave the spot behind red. he laves his tongue over it, murmuring heated: ] You too, you too. God, you're so tight--how do you wanna do this, huh? I could watch you ride me all night--ngh.
[ the motion of his fingers picks up, the sound slick and inviting, and jesus christ, he's not gonna need that much more time, either. at this point, ichiro's mouth is moving faster than his brain, but it's not all that abnormal, as he picks up the pace with his hand, fingers curling, looking for the spot to get another one of those sweet noises for the ceiling. it lets him keep talking, voice low enough that only roxy'd be able to hear. ]
Maybe from the back? [ what a mental image that is. his mouth catches against her shoulder again, the faint press of teeth, his smirk pulled up at the corners against her soft, soft skin. ] Can't see your face, but hard and fast into the futon to make you scream?