ministrations
audible pop
rivulets of
admit it
pet

the ball is in your court
the game is on
the choice is yours
I don't bite... unless you want me to
half-lidded eyes
she worries her bottom lip
warring with
arousal pooling in her belly
take your pleasure
fiddles with the hem of her skirt
kiss-bruised lips
a bruising kiss
despite herself
yours to take
wanton
with reckless abandon
torn between
knuckles turning white
grins wickedly
fiery red hair
long lashes
propriety be damned
the world narrows
pupils blown wide with pleasure
tongue darts out
chestnut eyes
grasps your chin and forces you to meet her gaze

bites your ear
nails raking angry red lines down your back
her cheeks flaming
cheeks hollowing
stars burst behind her eyes
inner walls clenching around nothing
puckered hole
her wet heat
she whimpers, biting her lip
dusky nipples
slick folds
still lodged deep inside her

heart, body and soul belong to you
the night is still young
...for now.