( just the thought of him slipped off somewhere remote, maybe only slightly private to be sending her such dirtied words makes every roll of that fingertip over her clit all the more electric, breath stuttering from the bed of her ribs. she has to find the mind to get herself to reply, one hand quite delightedly occupied. )
You could stretch me out with three, see how much louder I get for you, how much harder I try and grind my hips down into your hand.
I wish you were the one with your fingers inside of me right now. You know exactly how to touch me, I need you so much. It feels so good, Baby.
[ If he could, if he didn't have that sense of responsibility that Joe and Doc had drilled into him for years and years, Baby would have left, right now. Run all the way to Isabelle's apartment and sink to his knees in front of her.
But he's responsible, and he owes the club to play his set, so instead, he pushes his free hand down his jeans, taking himself in hand, jaw clenched tight. ]
I wish I was, too. I'll be here soon, and I'll settle right against you and put one of your legs on top of mine so I can slide into you, since you'll be all ready for me. I'm going to be a mess during this set, Izzy, I'm only going to be thinking about you.
You're not the only one, cari. I'm not going to be able to get enough of you, I never can. Are you touching yourself, thinking about me?
( a huff of a breath, cheeks furiously filled with a vibrant blush, chest stuttering as she glances down between her thighs, watching the slick gathering at her fingers as she delves them into heated walls—thinking only of him. )
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You could stretch me out with three, see how much louder I get for you, how much harder I try and grind my hips down into your hand.
I wish you were the one with your fingers inside of me right now. You know exactly how to touch me, I need you so much.
It feels so good, Baby.
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But he's responsible, and he owes the club to play his set, so instead, he pushes his free hand down his jeans, taking himself in hand, jaw clenched tight. ]
I wish I was, too. I'll be here soon, and I'll settle right against you and put one of your legs on top of mine so I can slide into you, since you'll be all ready for me. I'm going to be a mess during this set, Izzy, I'm only going to be thinking about you.
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Are you touching yourself, thinking about me?
( a huff of a breath, cheeks furiously filled with a vibrant blush, chest stuttering as she glances down between her thighs, watching the slick gathering at her fingers as she delves them into heated walls—thinking only of him. )
I want to hear you.
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[ He doesn't usually do that. It's dangerous and exciting and it makes him bite down on his lip to prevent from making any sound. ]
thinking about you, and how this should be your hand instead of my own
how later it'll be you, instead of my own, wrapped all around me
i would call, but i'm trying to be quiet. public bathroom.