Strangely enough, the more responsive he becomes, the more subroutines go offline in her brain. Like language, for instance, at least for a moment. She takes a shuddering breath at the feel of his lips. He pulls her closer and her back arches. A shiver runs down her spine, grounding in her hips.
She chuckles under her breath at his words, her eyes considerably darker now.
"Tell me what you want," she whispers, easing him back onto the bed. "Tell me in exquisite detail."
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Date: 2010-11-22 07:47 am (UTC)She chuckles under her breath at his words, her eyes considerably darker now.
"Tell me what you want," she whispers, easing him back onto the bed. "Tell me in exquisite detail."