[Better, he thinks, almost imperiously, even as he shivers a little. She's good at this, she's too good, for a girl that said she doesn't go around with a lot of guys--but he doesn't care. Better that she's a slut, like she says, and that word alone makes his fingers twist again, a little, still cruel--
But he can be sweet, too. She wants it, and he could make her wait--but instead he twists to kiss her neck again, hard, and lets his hand slip from her breast--down her front, down to where her fingers have her open. Almost gently, he traces his fingers against her--wet, and warm--]
Is this what you want?
[He mutters it against her throat, but she'll be able to hear it.]
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But he can be sweet, too. She wants it, and he could make her wait--but instead he twists to kiss her neck again, hard, and lets his hand slip from her breast--down her front, down to where her fingers have her open. Almost gently, he traces his fingers against her--wet, and warm--]
Is this what you want?
[He mutters it against her throat, but she'll be able to hear it.]