botgals 🔥 a fire he wants to play with. :
She has a doctorate in it, her knowledge was something that she prided herself on. Sure, she displayed her body, did strip shows ( not since what happened to her arm, she’s decided to class it up a little though she did now have that reputation ) but not many could say that they’d had this type of experience with her. It had been easy for her to let her guard down around him, especially since they both shared a love for robotics and engineering. It’s easy to spread her legs to accommodate him, look up at him with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. She’s sober, completely so but she feels as if she’s had just that little bit too much wine. Denim skirt has completely ridden up her thighs, practically everything on display. She’s on display for him, simple as that, and it would only be fair if he did the same. His hand on her neck makes her let out a soft nose as her own hands move to rest on his stomach, metallic one inching ever so close to his groin. It’s cold, that hand is always cold. Unlike flesh it couldn’t regulate its temperature. He should come closer, so she could bite. She only moves fingers away so she could turn the robot off, the light in the room fading other than the large lamp on her desk. The buzz of the light was the only sound. Anna liked it that way.
“Maybe that was the point. And you wouldn’t dare. You’re not going to get your dick sucked clean if you pull that kinda shit, honey.” Two could play at this game, and Anna was a pro at this. Not even her need could get in the way of her pride. She’d have him begging within seconds. Always could find someone else willing to fuck her all night. Didn’t have a gala to attend for once. “I’m a better fuck. I’ll be the best fuck you ever had.”
eyes explore exposed flesh of thighs as if they’re a trophy placed right in front of him , all for him to admire. lust grows like a hungry animal in his chest and hips , a burning that could consume him ; iustin knows how to control himself - sometimes - and it’s always a mess when he lets go. iustin is gasoline stacked in a body made of ashes and all anna is doing is start a fire. the cold metallic arm brings goosebumps to skin and has him tightening his grip on her hair, lips hovering over hers dangerously close and feeling warmth radiating off her body. her threat does nothing but entice him and make him want to play even more , he wants a game that’ll end up in teeth and lips on skin , hips grinding together and hands grabbing for more and more skin. he never was one to play following rules , always wanting things to go his way. arousal grows heavy in his body with each word and little movement she does , the atmosphere around them feeling like hot air being forced into his lungs.
❝ i wouldn’t ? thought you knew me better , anna. you KNOW i would. i like playing with fire --- in this situation , i like teasing ya. you’re getting expressive. ❞ free hand rests on top of hers and brings it closer to his crotch , giving her fingers a light squeeze as he presses a single kiss to her lips , then leaving a trail to her jawline. ❝ fuck , you better. i don’t see the chair as a good place t’ start. wanna get comfortable ? on the table. ❞
