[In many ways, Eun is his opposite. In the past, she's most often teased only when her lover is bound to her bed. With both parties unfettered she would more often indulge in an urgent rush for pleasure and climax. It's with Asil she wishes to take her time, to let them both ease into this. She's not without impatience, but it's easier to do things differently when he so easily shows her the benefits of savoring each step of the way.
She hadn't been exaggerating earlier. He is magnificent, enough so that she wants to take her time with him, at least the first time, to fully explore his body and maybe, eventually, learn the ways to make him gasp and groan for her the way she has for him. Her mouth opens against his as he claims, and this time Eun feels the bare skin of her body brush against his as she rocks in his lap. Last week she would have said that almost no one was capable of making her beg, but he plays over her body like it was made to respond to him and no one else.
Her arousal spikes hard at his words, at the way he touches her, making her clutch at him with needy sounds, and she half considers begging him to take his hands lower--
--when the cheery sound of an oven timer goes off. Eun slows to stillness, shuddering in his lap with pleasures of only a moment ago. Eyes closed, she leans against him, still wanting him as close to her as possible Would that stopping time were a secondary power of werewolves.]
The scones...
[She needs to get up to check on them. To take them out of the oven if they're done so they can cool and be eaten. There's still a whole morning and a day beyond for them to enjoy each other, but he's awakened hungers in her that are not easily quieted.]
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She hadn't been exaggerating earlier. He is magnificent, enough so that she wants to take her time with him, at least the first time, to fully explore his body and maybe, eventually, learn the ways to make him gasp and groan for her the way she has for him. Her mouth opens against his as he claims, and this time Eun feels the bare skin of her body brush against his as she rocks in his lap. Last week she would have said that almost no one was capable of making her beg, but he plays over her body like it was made to respond to him and no one else.
Her arousal spikes hard at his words, at the way he touches her, making her clutch at him with needy sounds, and she half considers begging him to take his hands lower--
--when the cheery sound of an oven timer goes off. Eun slows to stillness, shuddering in his lap with pleasures of only a moment ago. Eyes closed, she leans against him, still wanting him as close to her as possible Would that stopping time were a secondary power of werewolves.]
The scones...
[She needs to get up to check on them. To take them out of the oven if they're done so they can cool and be eaten. There's still a whole morning and a day beyond for them to enjoy each other, but he's awakened hungers in her that are not easily quieted.]
Tell me we can resume this later...?