[There's nothing wrong with a man who knows how to touch and caress, and there are moments in which Bryn would happily while away hours learning everything about her partner in unhurried brushes of fingers and lips over skin. Even in the midst of coupling there's something to be said for taking it slow and easy, to draw things out so that the body doesn't miss a single flicker of sensation...
But Bryn too enjoys being with someone who doesn't just take it easy and go with the flow. Someone who brings a little edge and a little attitude to the bed. Or in this case, wall. Eyes dark with arousal, she groans his name with each hard thrust, not missing the lack of rhythm as it's replaced with rougher movements. Her fingertips find his back and they dig in as she presses her hips against him in return, meeting him midway as best she can. Consciously tightening around him as if trying to keep him pressed deep inside her. Turning her head, her lips find his ear and she scrapes her teeth over the upper curve as she exhales hot breath against his skin.] You were the one who said my body commanded you. What if I told you to nip harder, to leave a mark at my shoulder?
[No green boy taking his first tumble with another, and not a possessive boyfriend, the mark left behind would be a token of this evening. Not a sign of lack of control, nor a symbol to ward away others. Something requested, rather. A memento.]
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But Bryn too enjoys being with someone who doesn't just take it easy and go with the flow. Someone who brings a little edge and a little attitude to the bed. Or in this case, wall. Eyes dark with arousal, she groans his name with each hard thrust, not missing the lack of rhythm as it's replaced with rougher movements. Her fingertips find his back and they dig in as she presses her hips against him in return, meeting him midway as best she can. Consciously tightening around him as if trying to keep him pressed deep inside her. Turning her head, her lips find his ear and she scrapes her teeth over the upper curve as she exhales hot breath against his skin.] You were the one who said my body commanded you. What if I told you to nip harder, to leave a mark at my shoulder?
[No green boy taking his first tumble with another, and not a possessive boyfriend, the mark left behind would be a token of this evening. Not a sign of lack of control, nor a symbol to ward away others. Something requested, rather. A memento.]