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Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.)
He woke up to find her busy with one of her pieces of work (the girl had stamina, didn't she?), and quite frankly, was fixated on the way she bit at her lip in concentration, the way her back arched when she bent to meet the brush to paper, and the way her legs subtly danced, bending and straightening as her weight shifted from one side to another. His eyes lingered on her for as long as he could possibly stand the oblivious (or not) intimacy of her soft curves and mussed hair.
Her sheets still smelt of their intimacy from the night before, and Loren was blissfully reminded of the way their bodies slid together, the smoothness of her skin, the sounds she made as he explored her- discovered her- and her taste (delectable, delicious), which still lingered on his tongue, made his mouth tingle for more. It was near impossible for him to lie on this bed: still and unable to touch her.
So he stood up and stretched before making his way behind her and immediately buried his nose into her neck.
Arianna giggled, but ignored him to tease. In response, Loren also let out a small laugh and kissed the beautiful flesh as his fingertips ran up and down her sides.
"Loooooooren, I'm painting."
"Mhmm," he responded and began to lick at the skin on her neck, which elicited a small sound of pleasure from the younger.
She said something scolding and let out a little whine, but he only hummed. He couldn't resist biting down on her neck, leaving a scar, no doubt, and smiled when he felt her form slump against his.
Loren trailed slow, wet kisses up her neck til he could nibble on her lobe, and his hands drew tiny circles on her hipbones. He breathed in her ear as he continued to explore her gorgeous hips, her tiny waist, and her thighs before whispering into her ear. His voice was low, wanting, almost demanding.
"Come back tah bed."