wrap | liam & rowan
Continued from here.
@liamoftheirish:
The words caught the berserker off guard, frankly. Shocked to hear such desperate arousal from Rowan at the moment. Sure they'd been playfully flirtatious for the better part of the day, handsy at times, kissing and fondling, but nothing had extended beyond too overtly sexual since arriving at his cabin.
Clearly she'd been riled up a bit, as she interrupted their most recent make out session, his hands already exploring her clothed frame when her words sparked a change in the levels of lust, and he grinned, pulling away to look at her. Perhaps it was the slaps to her ass, perhaps the way he roughly handled her with exploring hands, but he certainly didn't hate it.
Lifting just one hand a moment to wrap around her throat, he didn't squeeze, but did apply just enough pressure to stir her arousal a bit, "Say it again, Love."
“Wrap your hands around my throat.”
Maybe it was because of her absence from the island for so long, but for whatever reason that day, she couldn’t get enough of Liam. It was almost like she was trying to shove in every day of missed affection into one, at least between attempting to work at her TA duties while lounging with the man. But at a certain point it became absolutely useless to even try, Rowan realizing that with the arousal between her thighs, nothing would or could be accomplished until it was sated.
It’s what had prompted her to straddle his lap on the couch, hips grinding against his as she chased her pleasure, arms around his neck and mouth damn near attached to his. Feeling his hand wrap around her throat pulled an instinctive swallow against the light pressure, moan already filtering through as she felt her throat push against his palm. She earnestly loved breath play, knew how quickly she might cum and get that blessed relief. So his demand was met with another breathless request, murmured against his lips.
“Wrap your hands around my throat. Please.”
