[Tempting as it is and as much as it is his prerogative to takes his pleasures before all others, he is not quite so greedy as a lover. Her own reactions don't escape his notice. So when she pulls back, Ozymandias allows himself to slip from her lips with a groan. His hands leave her hair as he pulls her back up to her feet. Leaning down, he catches her lips in a kiss, still tasting himself on her lips and tongue. When he breaks the kiss, he steps around her to sit on the bed.]
C'mere...
[Ozymandias pulls her closer by the wrist and begins kissing at her skin, although even with his hunger for her, he's still careful not to agitate any of the marks on her skin and keeps his kisses and nips lighter for those still a little slower to heal. As he pays worship and praise to her stomach and eventually her breasts, his hand slips between her legs to feel at the wet heat between her legs, fingers teasing over her panties as he places pressure against her with the heel of his hand. Having already released her wrist, Ozymandias' hand moves along her hip down to one of the ribbons holding her panties up.]
[There was the smallest sound of protest- there was a greedy, needy part of her that wanted to take him until he burst-but having her pulled up for that kiss...it cut off some of the lingering feelings on the matter.
Some at least. Having him hunger for her, even if he was lighter then she expected (not thinking of the past injuries, the markings still writ on her skin; she'd been seduced in worse states), was a compliment. That, and the way he touched her had her melt, pliant and helping him.
As he worked one bow undone, she was already pulling the other off, and spreading her legs for him to comfortably sit between.]
Here...
[She moved to scoot to the edge of the bed. Offering herself, just as he had offered himself. Or...if he wanted to do something else...she would take it, eagerly, and with no few growls of pleasure.]
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C'mere...
[Ozymandias pulls her closer by the wrist and begins kissing at her skin, although even with his hunger for her, he's still careful not to agitate any of the marks on her skin and keeps his kisses and nips lighter for those still a little slower to heal. As he pays worship and praise to her stomach and eventually her breasts, his hand slips between her legs to feel at the wet heat between her legs, fingers teasing over her panties as he places pressure against her with the heel of his hand. Having already released her wrist, Ozymandias' hand moves along her hip down to one of the ribbons holding her panties up.]
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Some at least. Having him hunger for her, even if he was lighter then she expected (not thinking of the past injuries, the markings still writ on her skin; she'd been seduced in worse states), was a compliment. That, and the way he touched her had her melt, pliant and helping him.
As he worked one bow undone, she was already pulling the other off, and spreading her legs for him to comfortably sit between.]
Here...
[She moved to scoot to the edge of the bed. Offering herself, just as he had offered himself. Or...if he wanted to do something else...she would take it, eagerly, and with no few growls of pleasure.]