Alerdene
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Her body began to tremble and I smiled against her breast, loving the way she felt under my touch. Her voice startled me from my thoughts though, and I nearly jumped,
Enough
I immediately pulled back, my lips coming together in a pout, though she did smile down at me which reassured me somewhat.
I watched the water slide off her skin and I felt bold enough to lean forward and lick a droplet from her thigh before I heard her speak again, this time her words causing trembles from me as I saw where her eyes went and heard the tone of her voice. My breath was already uneven again merely from knowing what lay in the cabinet she was looking at, though I hadn't experienced most of them, only a select few. Enough to know they were capable of ripping screams from me if she so desired.
I stood and watched as she dried herself, stepping from the tub and waiting for her to take the towel off, knowing the pleasure it made against one's skin. Not taking one myself, since she had not allowed it... where had that thought come from.. I wondered, but didn't dwell on it. I took hers as she finally discarded it and used it to pat myself dry, denying myself the pleasure of a fresh one... prefering any joy my skin was to derive to come from her instead. I stood there, my arms clasped behind my back again as I waited for her to choose what was to her liking.
Enough
I immediately pulled back, my lips coming together in a pout, though she did smile down at me which reassured me somewhat.
I watched the water slide off her skin and I felt bold enough to lean forward and lick a droplet from her thigh before I heard her speak again, this time her words causing trembles from me as I saw where her eyes went and heard the tone of her voice. My breath was already uneven again merely from knowing what lay in the cabinet she was looking at, though I hadn't experienced most of them, only a select few. Enough to know they were capable of ripping screams from me if she so desired.
I stood and watched as she dried herself, stepping from the tub and waiting for her to take the towel off, knowing the pleasure it made against one's skin. Not taking one myself, since she had not allowed it... where had that thought come from.. I wondered, but didn't dwell on it. I took hers as she finally discarded it and used it to pat myself dry, denying myself the pleasure of a fresh one... prefering any joy my skin was to derive to come from her instead. I stood there, my arms clasped behind my back again as I waited for her to choose what was to her liking.