[ Aliza takes a moment to survey the light marks on her shoulder, her breast, and the purpling mark on her thigh, chuckling in warm appreciation. Having very little clothes remaining makes shedding them quick, and as soon as his back hits the pillow she's curling close, hand at the nape of his neck so she can kiss him with enthusiasm that he absolutely earned. Her other hand presses on his chest as she swings a leg over him, not that she needs help with balance especially but it's more for a particular emphasis in the slight way she presses his back down. Only for a moment, then she needs to reach down between them with a few more light, teasing strokes as she gets him where she wants him. ]
[ Sinking down onto him is slick and effortless; she breathes a sharp sigh against his mouth, hand drifting over to scrape at the bite on his neck, not quite idly. But rather than move, her hips press down on his and go still but for the slightest teasing shimmy. ]
I want you to do something for me. [ There's a smirk in her voice, indicating that she knows exactly what she's doing by asking now. ]
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[ Sinking down onto him is slick and effortless; she breathes a sharp sigh against his mouth, hand drifting over to scrape at the bite on his neck, not quite idly. But rather than move, her hips press down on his and go still but for the slightest teasing shimmy. ]
I want you to do something for me. [ There's a smirk in her voice, indicating that she knows exactly what she's doing by asking now. ]