[His touch trailed fire across her skin, sending little bolts of heat through her vines.
Her shirt crumbled to the floor, forgotten, while the fabric of her skirt remained pooled around her waist. It wouldn't be easy to remove her bottom half in this position but Justine doesn't want to move. He's close and with a slight tilt of her head she can breath him in and let him consume her. A shiver prickled across her skin while an impatient little whine pulls from her swollen lips.
Her thoughts diverge as his voice brushes against her ear: husky, low and perfect. She can hear every note of desire and affection as he spoke her name and there is no sound in the world that she can compare it too.
Justine wants to speak, to say more than just his name, but the words are trapped in her throat and the only noise that rises to her lips are gasps and moans. Her nails trailed down his chest, the path marked but the pressure light enough to avoid breaking the skin. Her hips begin to move faster, spurred by his touch and the fire that gathered and flared between her legs. He's teasing her and Justine is willing to drop any pretense if it means that she can have him.]
I want you.
[Her hands continue their downward path, pausing when she reaches his waistband. Skilled fingers flick at the button and slowly release the zipper with the steady click of metal against metal. A dizzying sensation clouds her senses and everything except for Majima melts away into an unimportant haze.
Justine loves teasing, building to moments like these where there is no more restraint left to steady her usual careful control.]
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Her shirt crumbled to the floor, forgotten, while the fabric of her skirt remained pooled around her waist. It wouldn't be easy to remove her bottom half in this position but Justine doesn't want to move. He's close and with a slight tilt of her head she can breath him in and let him consume her. A shiver prickled across her skin while an impatient little whine pulls from her swollen lips.
Her thoughts diverge as his voice brushes against her ear: husky, low and perfect. She can hear every note of desire and affection as he spoke her name and there is no sound in the world that she can compare it too.
Justine wants to speak, to say more than just his name, but the words are trapped in her throat and the only noise that rises to her lips are gasps and moans. Her nails trailed down his chest, the path marked but the pressure light enough to avoid breaking the skin. Her hips begin to move faster, spurred by his touch and the fire that gathered and flared between her legs. He's teasing her and Justine is willing to drop any pretense if it means that she can have him.]
I want you.
[Her hands continue their downward path, pausing when she reaches his waistband. Skilled fingers flick at the button and slowly release the zipper with the steady click of metal against metal. A dizzying sensation clouds her senses and everything except for Majima melts away into an unimportant haze.
Justine loves teasing, building to moments like these where there is no more restraint left to steady her usual careful control.]