15.Apr.21, 10:27 AM
Casa gave a hum of satisfaction when S’far took the bait and closed the distance between their lips, small as it was. It was a step in the right direction, a wonderful direction full of delicious sensations. Casa grinned as she nipped on S’far’s bottom lip, her hands roaming his chest and her breath coming out in little whimpering gasps. She didn’t know him well enough to know if he was the type to take control, or if he was a follower so when he didn’t immediately switch them so he could press her into the mattress, Casa decided he was shy.
That was fine; Casa knew how to lead, and she was an excellent host of sex parties. If S’far needed her to guide their time together, she was okay with that. She was flexible in all manners of speaking. So, her lips roamed his face, his neck, and his chest while her hands got to know the contours of his body. Casa wasted no time discovering the things S’far liked, and writing off the things he didn’t. Having decided he was shy, she found his lack of confidence with her absolutely adorable. He had said it had been a while, and Casa was guessing a long while, since she had no gossip to draw on of his love life. Poor man. He clearly needed a good tumble.
S’far may have been shy, but Casa wasn’t, and she took her pleasure without shame as she finally got around to driving him home, and riding S’far out to climax. She toppled onto him with a contented muffle against his chest as she snuggled close, feeling the sweat cooling on both their bodies. She shivered a little, and reached blindly for the sheet to pull it up and over her. She wasn’t modest, but she didn’t enjoy being cold, which was why she’d made her home in Ista. With the blanket covering them both, Casa folded her hands over S’far’s chest, and set her chin atop them, peering up at him placidly, a teasing smirk on her lips.
“Did you remember everything,” she asked lightly, “or are more techniques coming back to you?” Casa wiggled her eyebrows playfully.
That was fine; Casa knew how to lead, and she was an excellent host of sex parties. If S’far needed her to guide their time together, she was okay with that. She was flexible in all manners of speaking. So, her lips roamed his face, his neck, and his chest while her hands got to know the contours of his body. Casa wasted no time discovering the things S’far liked, and writing off the things he didn’t. Having decided he was shy, she found his lack of confidence with her absolutely adorable. He had said it had been a while, and Casa was guessing a long while, since she had no gossip to draw on of his love life. Poor man. He clearly needed a good tumble.
S’far may have been shy, but Casa wasn’t, and she took her pleasure without shame as she finally got around to driving him home, and riding S’far out to climax. She toppled onto him with a contented muffle against his chest as she snuggled close, feeling the sweat cooling on both their bodies. She shivered a little, and reached blindly for the sheet to pull it up and over her. She wasn’t modest, but she didn’t enjoy being cold, which was why she’d made her home in Ista. With the blanket covering them both, Casa folded her hands over S’far’s chest, and set her chin atop them, peering up at him placidly, a teasing smirk on her lips.
“Did you remember everything,” she asked lightly, “or are more techniques coming back to you?” Casa wiggled her eyebrows playfully.