[ Now that she's recovering, she can't help but be sassy--anymore than he can apparently help being cocky. (In both senses of the word.) Her tongue absently wets her lower lip as her gaze travels down the rises and falls of the muscular body leading all the way down to his manhood. Definitely, she's interested--but she hasn't made a move to do anything about her clothes in spite of his repeated threats to tear them off or his attempts to goad her into doing it.
Instead, she waits for him to come back down and moves her hands up along the back of his neck and into his hair, massaging into his scalp and not quite pulling on the dark, short hairs at the back of his head. She gently rocks her hips with his, encouragingly--letting him soak and slick his hardness against the bare lips of her sex while she murmurs soft and low against his ear. ]
Of course I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you deep inside me, full and thick and hot. I want to wrap my arms and legs around you, to make you as much a part of me as I can. I want you to let go and give me every inch of you you can.
[ She nips the sensitive skin underneath his ear, hard enough to leave an impression, and lets her sultry tone become a little sharper--no-nonsense. Flipping her in his eagerness was one thing--but now he's making demands? Beneath him or not, she needs to reassert herself. And unlike the virgin on top of her--she has just enough experience that if she really tries to keep it together she can at least feign a cooler head than she actually has.
Also--she's arbitrarily decided for herself she'd like to see all those chiseled muscles in action now that she has a perfect view of them. ]
But a Princess never undresses herself. That's what servants are for.
[ There's an edge of a challenge there and an unspoken command there: Get to work.]
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[ Now that she's recovering, she can't help but be sassy--anymore than he can apparently help being cocky. (In both senses of the word.) Her tongue absently wets her lower lip as her gaze travels down the rises and falls of the muscular body leading all the way down to his manhood. Definitely, she's interested--but she hasn't made a move to do anything about her clothes in spite of his repeated threats to tear them off or his attempts to goad her into doing it.
Instead, she waits for him to come back down and moves her hands up along the back of his neck and into his hair, massaging into his scalp and not quite pulling on the dark, short hairs at the back of his head. She gently rocks her hips with his, encouragingly--letting him soak and slick his hardness against the bare lips of her sex while she murmurs soft and low against his ear. ]
Of course I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you deep inside me, full and thick and hot. I want to wrap my arms and legs around you, to make you as much a part of me as I can. I want you to let go and give me every inch of you you can.
[ She nips the sensitive skin underneath his ear, hard enough to leave an impression, and lets her sultry tone become a little sharper--no-nonsense. Flipping her in his eagerness was one thing--but now he's making demands? Beneath him or not, she needs to reassert herself. And unlike the virgin on top of her--she has just enough experience that if she really tries to keep it together she can at least feign a cooler head than she actually has.
Also--she's arbitrarily decided for herself she'd like to see all those chiseled muscles in action now that she has a perfect view of them. ]
But a Princess never undresses herself. That's what servants are for.
[ There's an edge of a challenge there and an unspoken command there: Get to work. ]