03.Jan.21, 04:04 PM
He gave a pleased nod when she slipped the necklace he'd had commissioned for her around her neck and another please growl when she brushed her lips against his. "Then I shall have to keep doing it," he told her with a tighter grip as she shifted to place another kiss against his mouth. Her body moved, adjusting to settle more firmly over his lap and Pendalier gazed at her hotly as she ran a hand down his chest to stop just short of the hardness beneath his slacks.
"Tease," he growled and shifted to roll his hips below her. Pendalier's own hand was moving, flicking the buttons of his pants open before sliding the zipper down. He wore nothing beneath, as was customary for him, and his length sprang free of the confines. He was already hard and anticipatory of whatever she would do. Ideas already formulating in his mind as he gripped her shoulders and gave her a push from his lap.
"On your knees," he demanded and gazed at her, "I want your mouth on me. That should be a good start to show your appreciation for my generosity." His eyes were hooded and darker with lust, fingers gripping the arms of his chair as he waited for what she would do. He knew she wouldn't tell him no, Esille never told him no, but the thought of her actually following through with a negative ratcheted his desire up tenfold. The length of him twitched at the image of her lush mouth wrapped around him.
"Well?" he continued with an elegant brow raised, "What are you waiting for?"
"Tease," he growled and shifted to roll his hips below her. Pendalier's own hand was moving, flicking the buttons of his pants open before sliding the zipper down. He wore nothing beneath, as was customary for him, and his length sprang free of the confines. He was already hard and anticipatory of whatever she would do. Ideas already formulating in his mind as he gripped her shoulders and gave her a push from his lap.
"On your knees," he demanded and gazed at her, "I want your mouth on me. That should be a good start to show your appreciation for my generosity." His eyes were hooded and darker with lust, fingers gripping the arms of his chair as he waited for what she would do. He knew she wouldn't tell him no, Esille never told him no, but the thought of her actually following through with a negative ratcheted his desire up tenfold. The length of him twitched at the image of her lush mouth wrapped around him.
"Well?" he continued with an elegant brow raised, "What are you waiting for?"