His silver eyes gaze down at the figure underneath him, nothing but hunger and desire filling his pupils. Both of his bare hands grasp down her hips, observing the young woman arch her frame in response, releasing out a single squeak. He's straddling her legs, assuring that she retains from wriggling excessively from his play time with her.
Lyra's back faces him, stripped. Brown tresses sprawl out on the exterior of the cushion as she faces to her right shoulder. Her breathing contracts down to thin puffs within the soft fabric of the pillow, her hands clamping the bed sheets beneath her. Her small form quakes with excitement and readiness, awaiting patiently for what else Silver would bring in store for her in terms of attention.
Silver's fingertips slip along her hips, stirring anteriorly as he inclines down to her back. The smirk that splits through his lips is something that Lyra can virtually feel on her, yet he hasn't as of yet. Lips press to her lower back, implanting a lavish kiss along her mid-line, causing her to moan. He's gifted her with kisses peppered throughout her body here and there for some time now, and it's caused her to grow sensitive with the softest touch to her body.
"God, Silver." Her sweet groan is rewarded with his tongue darting out, as it cascades upward to her shoulder blade with leisure movements. Lyra's back arches, pressing her ass to his crotch, which causes him to growl in approval.
Exhaling, Silver breaks away from her skin – for only a good few centimeters – a husky chuckle ringing through her ears. "You like that?"
Her mouth is left agape at his voice, and how his fingers dig into her skin to reach her response. Applying pressure to her palms, balling the bed sheets firmer, the brunette nods hurriedly. "A-ah…"
Lips parting, he dips down, and caresses at the same area along the ends of her shoulder blade, then suddenly digs his teeth into her skin – not too rough, but also not too soft. Each moan, each roll of her hips, and each arch of her back is all replayed in his mind as he suckles. Through his bite, he murmurs, "I can't hear you."
"Y-yes!" Her puffs of air are shallow, aligning with the pillow. Lyra's eyes roll to the back of her head as he continues his sweet torture of nipping and suckling all over her back; she's sure that he's left territorial marks as a reminder to her.
"Good girl," Silver merely whispers after he succeeds in gliding away from her back, up to her ear. He nibbles, now towering over her small frame, large hands ditching her hips and resting on either side of her head. "Would you like more?"
"Please…"
A kiss is planted down back to her shoulder. "Ask and you shall receive…"
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