“Did I make your body shake?”
part ii. || no longer accepting
‘ Heh— ‘
The laugh is dry and brief as she catches her breath, beads of sweat coating bare skin in the dim light. She ENJOYS these nights, these times of success where it calls for celebration of all types – good food, good wine, good room, good lay. Even as she brushes stray strands out of her face to get a better look at him, there’s a sly smirk there that in no way indicates she’s DONE.
Chloe leans close enough to press a kiss to his shoulder, teeth catching skin briefly in a nip before she sits up on her knees. ‘ Maybe so, love. ‘ Leg swings over, PINNING him, and the pads of her fingers trail down his chest. It’s not LOVE, it’s not a word in her vocabulary between them – for her own protection, at any cost – but she’s addicted to the THRILL of watching him. ‘ But I think it’s YOUR turn. ‘
