[She purrs it out, smugness clear on her expression. It's almost insufferable, honestly, and she echos it by pulling back, climbing out of the chair. Idly she tugs at her skirt, letting it drop down; her shirt follows, her bra--
--and then, because she's still annoyed, she doesn't go to the bed. She bends over, reaching for her clothes, folding her skirt carefully. Going to hang up her blouse, put away her bra, because he can wait.]
[There's a strained groan, and he doesn't want to, but he wants to please her more than any of his other desires. Bracing himself, he stands up and goes to sit on the bed, waiting obediently.
And he makes sure not to do anything else, not even touch himself. Her approval feels... honestly that important right now.]
You put yourself into this position, Adrian, I don't know why you're whining.
[She says it archly over her shoulder, and deliberately spends a few more seconds at her closet, just because she can. But she's impatient too, and soon enough she's returning, sitting on the bed, spreading her legs.]
Come here. You know what to do, I think.
[Though she pushes her fingers through his hair the moment he's close enough, sweeping it back from his face.]
[He can't even argue; he's the one who had done this, after all, and he owes it to her. So, at her beck and call, Adrian comes closer on his hands and knees, leaning into her hands as his hair is brushed back.
Dipping his head down, he gives her a slow swipe with his tongue, wet and with the full flat of hit against her clit. He won't rush it, and full intends to make the most of this. To treat her well, spoil her best as he can.
[She breathes it out. She's getting spoiled here, she knows she is. There's so many people who are so eager to eat her out, but honestly? What a brilliant problem to have. Especially when it comes from someone like him, so arrogant and so sweet in turn. Rosalind's head tips back, her fingers tightening in his hair as she feels him tease her open.
It's a slow-rising heat, but that's all right. She'll grow impatient soon, but not just yet. Her eyes close, her thighs spreading wider as he lavishes attention on her. Like that, and he'll know the moment he hits home, because her breath suddenly goes harsh, her fingers tightening in his hair pointedly.]
Harder.
[It's a command, not a request. Her eyes are darker as she glances down, her other hand coming up to slide over her breast. Two fingers pinch at one nipple, the movement firm enough to leave her whining, her hips bucking up needily.]
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[She purrs it out, smugness clear on her expression. It's almost insufferable, honestly, and she echos it by pulling back, climbing out of the chair. Idly she tugs at her skirt, letting it drop down; her shirt follows, her bra--
--and then, because she's still annoyed, she doesn't go to the bed. She bends over, reaching for her clothes, folding her skirt carefully. Going to hang up her blouse, put away her bra, because he can wait.]
Go wait on the bed.
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And he makes sure not to do anything else, not even touch himself. Her approval feels... honestly that important right now.]
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[She says it archly over her shoulder, and deliberately spends a few more seconds at her closet, just because she can. But she's impatient too, and soon enough she's returning, sitting on the bed, spreading her legs.]
Come here. You know what to do, I think.
[Though she pushes her fingers through his hair the moment he's close enough, sweeping it back from his face.]
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Dipping his head down, he gives her a slow swipe with his tongue, wet and with the full flat of hit against her clit. He won't rush it, and full intends to make the most of this. To treat her well, spoil her best as he can.
He wants so badly for her approval right now.]
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[She breathes it out. She's getting spoiled here, she knows she is. There's so many people who are so eager to eat her out, but honestly? What a brilliant problem to have. Especially when it comes from someone like him, so arrogant and so sweet in turn. Rosalind's head tips back, her fingers tightening in his hair as she feels him tease her open.
It's a slow-rising heat, but that's all right. She'll grow impatient soon, but not just yet. Her eyes close, her thighs spreading wider as he lavishes attention on her. Like that, and he'll know the moment he hits home, because her breath suddenly goes harsh, her fingers tightening in his hair pointedly.]
Harder.
[It's a command, not a request. Her eyes are darker as she glances down, her other hand coming up to slide over her breast. Two fingers pinch at one nipple, the movement firm enough to leave her whining, her hips bucking up needily.]
Adrian--