@fangsins / @spiderbyhalf asked: “I dunno, it’s kinda nice being on the bottom.”
Lifting her face from his neck, her nose skims the curve of his throat, the tip of her tongue tracing a soft line up his skin. Cindy smiled breathlessly, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "That's because you're a closeted freak," she teases, lightly grinding her hips against his.
The lights were dimmed, and several pillows joined their clothes on the floor. His skin was so warm under her touch, so soft--his muscles toned and supple--even straddling his lap she felt supported.
Sitting back, she smooths her hands down his chest, fingertips lightly brushing along indents and divots. He was so...beautiful. Often times, in moments like this, mental images of how she'd paint or sketch him would flash in her mind. And yet, she never believed she could do him justice.
The seductive way he would look up at her under his lashes, the flush across his cheeks--the subtle twitch of his lips as a new wave of pleasure tickled his center. His protective grip of her hips, holding her in place and the way his fingers dug into her skin.
Even worse, was trying to paint a picture of the sounds he made. The way they tickled the entirety of her hedonic cortex.
No--she could never do this picture justice.
Cindy sighed softly, memorizing his figure beneath her as her fingers slip up to cup his face like a precious metal. She brushes her lips against his, her hair spilling around them in a dark curtain. Her nose bumps into his as she pulls back, just enough for her lashes to kiss his cheeks.
"You can be on the bottom as much as you want, baby," she assures quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Just as long as it's me and you."
She leans back again, shaking her long dark hair behind her back, exposing her breasts to the cool air. A blush spreads across her cheeks, along the bridge of her nose as it always does. Arching her back, she slides her hands back along his thighs, towards his knees, groaning softly as his hand slips between her legs.
His knuckle brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves, a low whine curling out of her throat. The corners of her lips twitch up as she rolls her hips against him, slowly riding him, her hands clutching his thighs for balance.
"Oh yeah, you can definitely be on the bottom more," she purrs, leaning her head down to capture another kiss.
