[ She loves the way his voice changes as she works him. The note of need builds higher, and he pants, fumbles, gripping her tighter as he rains kisses and nips along her skin, and—
She wonders if he would let her tease him to the edge only to deny him. She wonders if he'd give her the control to drive him so close, over and over, until she decided he'd had enough. She wonders—
Oh, but the way he sounds right now. She's losing herself in it, just as much as she's lost in the heat burning between her legs, aching and begging for him, for some kind of relief. She can't remember the last time she was this turned on (has she ever been?), and she has to dig her teeth in her own lip in an effort to focus. Otherwise, she might not have this same level of self-control; she might throw herself head-first into the frenzy of needing Peter, and... well, maybe that's not so bad, after all. ]
Say it.
[ Her voice is neither a purr nor a growl, but something in between as she reaches up with her free hand, knotting fingers into his hair, tight and maybe a little harder than she intended.
Of course, she doesn't make it any easier on him, because that thing that made him moan and squeeze her hip? She's absolutely doing it again. ]
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She wonders if he would let her tease him to the edge only to deny him. She wonders if he'd give her the control to drive him so close, over and over, until she decided he'd had enough. She wonders—
Oh, but the way he sounds right now. She's losing herself in it, just as much as she's lost in the heat burning between her legs, aching and begging for him, for some kind of relief. She can't remember the last time she was this turned on (has she ever been?), and she has to dig her teeth in her own lip in an effort to focus. Otherwise, she might not have this same level of self-control; she might throw herself head-first into the frenzy of needing Peter, and... well, maybe that's not so bad, after all. ]
Say it.
[ Her voice is neither a purr nor a growl, but something in between as she reaches up with her free hand, knotting fingers into his hair, tight and maybe a little harder than she intended.
Of course, she doesn't make it any easier on him, because that thing that made him moan and squeeze her hip? She's absolutely doing it again. ]