[ ichiro doesn't need his mic to influence anyone — especially not roxy, given how she's trembling in his hands, thighs vibrating around his hips. each whine that leaves her betrays the deep desire she has to keep this rolling forward much faster. god, never in a million years would she ever have thought that ichiro would be so eager to be with her again; as badly as she's wanted him since, roxy didn't want to expect anything from him.
it's the fact that ichiro is so eager that fuels roxy's passion, that feeling of being wanted by the one you want. reciprocation, she thinks, is the greatest aphrodisiac.
already she wants to scream but she'll only allow herself to pant his name against his skin, nails digging into whatever patches of skin she can reach. her own shirt is itchy and heavy on her body and only once ichiro's thumb pulls from her clit, even for a moment, can she finally rid herself of that piece of clothing. patches of pink are splashed over pale skin, creeping up her neck to splay across her cheeks and shoulders. his whisper forces her to find her head, forces her to take in a ragged breath, force her to think about what their bodies could do and what she's always wanted to try. ]
No no, [ roxy pants, catching his bottom lip between her teeth before she'll coax his fingers out of her. she's teetering on the edge and she wants to listen to his request and not take that extra step forward over to her orgasm. with a body oversensitive, roxy lays herself onto the futon, elbows first and then onto her side. a hand pulls ichiro with her, pulling him against her back, draping her leg over his knees. ] I wanna kiss you when I come, [ she finally whispers against his mouth. ]
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it's the fact that ichiro is so eager that fuels roxy's passion, that feeling of being wanted by the one you want. reciprocation, she thinks, is the greatest aphrodisiac.
already she wants to scream but she'll only allow herself to pant his name against his skin, nails digging into whatever patches of skin she can reach. her own shirt is itchy and heavy on her body and only once ichiro's thumb pulls from her clit, even for a moment, can she finally rid herself of that piece of clothing. patches of pink are splashed over pale skin, creeping up her neck to splay across her cheeks and shoulders. his whisper forces her to find her head, forces her to take in a ragged breath, force her to think about what their bodies could do and what she's always wanted to try. ]
No no, [ roxy pants, catching his bottom lip between her teeth before she'll coax his fingers out of her. she's teetering on the edge and she wants to listen to his request and not take that extra step forward over to her orgasm. with a body oversensitive, roxy lays herself onto the futon, elbows first and then onto her side. a hand pulls ichiro with her, pulling him against her back, draping her leg over his knees. ] I wanna kiss you when I come, [ she finally whispers against his mouth. ]