AN: Thank you so much to the two anonymous reviewers who took the time to send me some words of encouragement!
EIGHT
She opened her eyes, though her focus was flustered at first and her perception elusive. As she'd collapsed away from him, Jess trailed butterfly kisses along her inner thigh.
Her heart sailed languidly watching him, his love apparent. Now she was mellow, temperate. She looked down towards him, reached for his unruly tresses. At her touch, as she affectionately raked fingers through his hair, he turned to her. She gasped. His eyes burned like fire. Then she remembered, a reawakening.
His chin was wet, slick with the fruits of his labour, the product of her undoing. She placed a hand on his cheek and moved to wipe it for him.
"No, leave it." He licked his lip gratefully.
Her heart skipped a beat. "As you wish, Possession. Your reverence is duly noted."
With her foot still upon his inner thigh, tight to his torso, her heel and ankle gently nestled him. With a curl of his spine, tucking himself into her leg with a show of aching need, he resumed a slow trail of kisses, from the knee which she still presented to him to the length of her inner thigh.
Of his own accord, he quoted Anaïs Nin. Hope danced in his eyes as he rumbled suggestively, his lips gliding off of her inner thigh but his breath caressing her still, his darling eyes glancing up at her, "He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt."
"Does she?" Rory stated incredulously, a smirk playing upon her features.
"Oh yes, Ma'am," he assured her quietly, direly serious. Rory smiled.
He glistened as he twisted in the chair and pressed himself once more against her ankle. An enticing invitation if she ever saw one.
Well two could play that game. She had a quote of her own. She called on the ghost of Lord Byron to help her get it right. "A little she strove, and much repented," she began coyly, then leaned closer to Jess's mouth and punctuated the remainder of the quote with expressive eyebrows, "And whispering, 'I will ne'er consent'—consented."
Jess's eyes were fire and ice.
She slid off the oak table to put her weight fully on the floor. Likewise, her foot, which had been propped up on Jess's thigh, began a descent. In two confident movements, she straddled his chair, and him by extension. She tossed her terry cloth cape to the floor.
She took him in her hand and he gasped at her touch. As his excitement had long been an unaddressed factor, it wasn't long before her gentle strokes of his flesh spread a fine sheen along the length of him. And it wasn't long after that that her own need had grown.
She pressed him against herself, working him with her hand, drawing long circles. Jess's eyes darkened as she readied herself.
She said, "This isn't for you. You are all for me."
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