You speak as though it does nothing for me. [She teases right back, voice low and a bit huskier than usual. A soft groan of a sigh slips past her lips as she feels him twitch, the music making a timely and well transitioned shift to something slower and more sensual. It's easier on her ears because the sounds are low, smooth and encouraging even. Maybe the DJ has eyes on them and is enjoying their night with a little fun of their own.
The groan turns into a rumble in the back of her throat, one he'll feel more than hear probably, just as she can feel the hum of his lips that give her a shiver when combined with his teeth.
Fingering through his curls, she gathers his hair in a firm grip so she can help leverage enough of a turn in her head to catch his lips again, a bit rougher this time, with nips and tugs followed by soothing, gentle kisses.]
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The groan turns into a rumble in the back of her throat, one he'll feel more than hear probably, just as she can feel the hum of his lips that give her a shiver when combined with his teeth.
Fingering through his curls, she gathers his hair in a firm grip so she can help leverage enough of a turn in her head to catch his lips again, a bit rougher this time, with nips and tugs followed by soothing, gentle kisses.]