[ He feels the hot spill of you in his mouth and he drinks you down, laps it all up because fuck you taste so good and you're so tight around his fingers.
No, he isn't done. Far from it. ]
Ask.
[ There's a difference in the way he utters that syllable. Its not a request nor a plea, but a command. He wants to hear it straight from you. Over and over again.
He's withdrawing his fingers now and curling that hand around where you're not nearly done. His grip is firmer than you've ever felt it before, and he's not the least bit shaken the way he normally would be. ]
Tell me what you want, babe. [ There is his mouth, sucking at your hip, teeth more evident this time because the flesh there isn't nearly as thin as everywhere else. He said that he'd mark you as his and you know him: he makes good on his word. ]
no subject
No, he isn't done. Far from it. ]
Ask.
[ There's a difference in the way he utters that syllable. Its not a request nor a plea, but a command. He wants to hear it straight from you. Over and over again.
He's withdrawing his fingers now and curling that hand around where you're not nearly done. His grip is firmer than you've ever felt it before, and he's not the least bit shaken the way he normally would be. ]
Tell me what you want, babe. [ There is his mouth, sucking at your hip, teeth more evident this time because the flesh there isn't nearly as thin as everywhere else. He said that he'd mark you as his and you know him: he makes good on his word. ]
Tell me that you need me as much as I need you.