28.Nov.20, 11:20 PM
She sensed he was looking for an aria, here, and while she was no screamer, she could make her voice do whatever she wanted it to do. Maybe for him, she'd open up a little more vocally. Give the man a proper taste of her voice.
Or she'd make him laugh with her musical choices. Maybe both. Both was always better. They both needed it, didn't they?
They went higher, though, and she let pleasure choose her key - perfectly in tune, high, a little breathy at the end but it was glory as her heart soared. He felt good, tight against her, marking her here and there, and she slowed them for a moment to slowly, achingly slowly move against him, her breath hard against his ear, the moan soft and sweet as her fingers touched his jaw and her thumb brushed against his bottom lip.
Because she could, she hummed a few bars of a very bawdy song before nipping his earlobe.
Or she'd make him laugh with her musical choices. Maybe both. Both was always better. They both needed it, didn't they?
They went higher, though, and she let pleasure choose her key - perfectly in tune, high, a little breathy at the end but it was glory as her heart soared. He felt good, tight against her, marking her here and there, and she slowed them for a moment to slowly, achingly slowly move against him, her breath hard against his ear, the moan soft and sweet as her fingers touched his jaw and her thumb brushed against his bottom lip.
Because she could, she hummed a few bars of a very bawdy song before nipping his earlobe.