you know i will come to you no matter what. but the anticipation is worth it sometimes.
( She likes to torment him. )
when we are alone i will do the same.
stay inside of me all night, pietro. let me feel every inch of you knowing that we are safe in our bed and nothing can touch us. every time you move i will feel it and cherish it and reward you in return. my nails at your back, my legs holding you as tight to me as i can.
( There's something viciously feral about how much she enjoys this, enjoys him. )
i want to leave you bruised, brother. i want my marks on your skin so that the universe knows who you belong to. i want you to do the same to me so that when you leave me next i can touch the bruises on my hips and know that is where your fingers fit.
you and i belong together in all ways. it is not our fault that people do not see that.
i would not let them take you from me, no matter what. but it is still pleasing to leave the reminders on your skin. when the heat of my mouth fades you will still have the twinges from my hands.
i'm sure you would feel better having them when you knew i was touching myself to the thought of you. that even the memory of how good you make me feel has me wet and aching for you.
think of how well i will treat you later. when you come back to our room and i sink on my knees before you. where i will take you in my hand and hold you there, lips tracing every inch of you, my tongue following every ridge and vein. i want to taste you. i want to smell you. i want everything that i am to be consumed by you, every sense, every inch, every atom.
i will have you spend down my throat, and then take my time bringing you back to hardness so that i can guide you inside of me where i am will be warm and willing.
( yes, this is what he wants. this is what he wants to happen. he wishes it could happen right now but since it cannot, he will take the words. )
and what if i grabbed your hair? what if i fucked my way into your mouth? is what what you want too? to feel me that way? to know that i cannot resist you?
( because he can't. he doesn't want to try either. )
you would torture me, sister, and i would want it. i would want you to touch me until i cannot take anything else.
( The thought of it has her thighs clenching together with want, pulse fluttering inside of her skin. He knows just how to play her, both body and soul. )
you could take what you want, brother. if you wish to fuck my mouth then do so. i will take you as deep as i can, let you have your pleasure from my body in whatever way you'd like to wring it.
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i don't know how you do it, let me tease you for so long
but i am glad you do.
because you are always so wet and willing when you finally give in
and you take me so well.
( he's not going to talk like this and not react so he reaches down and touches himself just to ease the growing ache. )
i want to be inside of you always.
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( She likes to torment him. )
when we are alone i will do the same.
stay inside of me all night, pietro. let me feel every inch of you knowing that we are safe in our bed and nothing can touch us. every time you move i will feel it and cherish it and reward you in return. my nails at your back, my legs holding you as tight to me as i can.
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i had no idea you had that much stamina.
( yes he had. )
are you going to try and mark me?
make my back a portrait of nail scratches?
you have done that before and i find that i enjoy it.
i want this, wanda.
i feel like it's been some time when it hasn't
but i want to wear you out, hear you scream my name.
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( There's something viciously feral about how much she enjoys this, enjoys him. )
i want to leave you bruised, brother. i want my marks on your skin so that the universe knows who you belong to. i want you to do the same to me so that when you leave me next i can touch the bruises on my hips and know that is where your fingers fit.
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it has been some time since you have left your marks on me.
who am i to know who i belong to without those
what am i to smirk at when people see them and ask me if i fell down
it is just too bad i cannot tell them the truth
that my sister loves to be fucked by her brother.
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you and i belong together in all ways. it is not our fault that people do not see that.
i would not let them take you from me, no matter what. but it is still pleasing to leave the reminders on your skin. when the heat of my mouth fades you will still have the twinges from my hands.
i'm sure you would feel better having them when you knew i was touching myself to the thought of you. that even the memory of how good you make me feel has me wet and aching for you.
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and i cannot get enough of you either. even if i cannot be inside of you right now, i can enjoy my memories.
i can get hard to the thought of your legs around my wait and i can jerk myself off to knowing how your mouth feels against my cock
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think of how well i will treat you later. when you come back to our room and i sink on my knees before you. where i will take you in my hand and hold you there, lips tracing every inch of you, my tongue following every ridge and vein. i want to taste you. i want to smell you. i want everything that i am to be consumed by you, every sense, every inch, every atom.
i will have you spend down my throat, and then take my time bringing you back to hardness so that i can guide you inside of me where i am will be warm and willing.
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and what if i grabbed your hair? what if i fucked my way into your mouth? is what what you want too? to feel me that way? to know that i cannot resist you?
( because he can't. he doesn't want to try either. )
you would torture me, sister, and i would want it. i would want you to touch me until i cannot take anything else.
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you could take what you want, brother. if you wish to fuck my mouth then do so. i will take you as deep as i can, let you have your pleasure from my body in whatever way you'd like to wring it.
i wish you were here with me now.
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it is shit that i am not. but i will be there soon. patience is a virtue, isn't that what they say?
too bad i am not patient.
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i am glad for it.
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that is boring.
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i wouldn't want you to get into trouble and delay from me.
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no, they would not even see me go.
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that was encouragement enough.
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you love it.