(she did think about it, the construction zones. at this time of day they could be empty, could not be. another thought was to pull into a wooded area, a nice one covering them with shade while their cravings hit in full. she's having to be careful, knowing what's waiting. the positive is that she has enough common sense to avoid anywhere with actual cursed spirits, but that's not too unusual. they've had to deal with some things going on sometimes. cellinia herself is good at handling them when she must, and that's not too surprising. given there's always more to her than she would tell others about. her lips are always sealed about these things, encounters and more that wind up taking a more heated turn when they happen. she's feeling it too much. the heat, the unbearable part of it and how she resists near stopping this car a little too fast to climb across the center console.
to end their game as it goes further and further, ninety seems a good enough speed for her. with some build up, that is. cellinia can take it to mean mai likes it more when it's a steady pace, the speed going up gradually mixed into the mistakes that they're so clearly making. another mistake, that breathy sensual tone and what it's doing to her more.
that needy groan mixed into a growl, the purr and rumble of it from her throat lowly at her shorts being unbuttoned. her fingers trailing down the zipper and pressing into her own heat, her wetness underneath it. that neediness is strong, it's there and wanting out so badly. wanting to be released in its vicious desire to drown with her in the greed that's between them. she wants to touch her, wants to cover her completely in her scent. the baser part of her instincts gnaws at cellinia's mind, telling her to stop. telling her to pull over given they're along the countryside. that surely there is somewhere out of view enough when she looks about ready to do that as mai desired.
as mai wanted to see from her in how she has to bite the urge to roll up into those fingers, it'd break her concentration. it'd maybe even cause her to go too fast and get them into quite a bit of trouble from her pushing down on the gas.)
Cazzo....
(her tone is frustrated when she curses (fuck, she says), so full of hunger in how she hisses it out and needy. what was supposed to be a hook-up is looking much more different. much more than that. they're at the line, and she's falling over in how she wants to stop the car. she needs to touch her, she needs her lips against hers. their bodies melting together and cellinia even biting into her a claim that she's solely hers. that she'd likely tear apart anyone else that tries to touch her. a possessive beast, one which would never not let mai feel like she isn't her everything.
the further it goes, the more she'd give her. the more that she might even start to take her with her if that's what mai wanted to do. that she'd take her anywhere other than the dorms, her home, it didn't matter. she'd start to become hers and cellinia was not going to be opposed if mai did cover her in her scent like a heady perfume of its own. she'd want that too much, to mark and be marked.)
Tell me....where do you want me to stop this car at?
(because if it isn't soon, cellinia did notice a stretch of woods coming up. quiet and empty, not too far from the road yet far enough that they'd be able to get their fill at. touch one another, devour, cover themselves in one another's scents and forget about how this started. how this was not supposed to be that serious, their litany of mistakes and sins would only grow.
but that's nothing cellinia cares about, nothing in how she's breathing harshly. how that rush of heat is eating at her, how wild those eyes look when she's eyeing her. attractive, terribly attractive. a wild beast that wants to make her into her sole woman without them both realizing. biting her and decorating her in mating bites that only cellinia would be able to find, renew herself while also giving her more in other places.)
Because if I have to keep driving, I'm fixing to stop in the road....and not care who sees us.
(come on pretty lady, why don't you let her worship you like you deserve? why don't you let her make you forget everything for a time, stop thinking about anything except for her and her scent?
those eyes and her voice, how she purrs out such pretty words. words that she never thought she'd tell anyone before whenever cellinia's hand does a needy squeeze on mai's thigh. doesn't she look lovely, wild and free? wanting someone this badly? or is it too much? she won't want to stop seeing her, she might not ever be able to get her out her head from what this is suggesting. in how badly she wants to kiss her into that seat and more.)
So tell me ragazza, how badly do you want me to pull over somewhere, if not in the road?
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Date: 2025-02-28 12:43 am (UTC)to end their game as it goes further and further, ninety seems a good enough speed for her. with some build up, that is. cellinia can take it to mean mai likes it more when it's a steady pace, the speed going up gradually mixed into the mistakes that they're so clearly making. another mistake, that breathy sensual tone and what it's doing to her more.
that needy groan mixed into a growl, the purr and rumble of it from her throat lowly at her shorts being unbuttoned. her fingers trailing down the zipper and pressing into her own heat, her wetness underneath it. that neediness is strong, it's there and wanting out so badly. wanting to be released in its vicious desire to drown with her in the greed that's between them. she wants to touch her, wants to cover her completely in her scent. the baser part of her instincts gnaws at cellinia's mind, telling her to stop. telling her to pull over given they're along the countryside. that surely there is somewhere out of view enough when she looks about ready to do that as mai desired.
as mai wanted to see from her in how she has to bite the urge to roll up into those fingers, it'd break her concentration. it'd maybe even cause her to go too fast and get them into quite a bit of trouble from her pushing down on the gas.)
Cazzo....
(her tone is frustrated when she curses (fuck, she says), so full of hunger in how she hisses it out and needy. what was supposed to be a hook-up is looking much more different. much more than that. they're at the line, and she's falling over in how she wants to stop the car. she needs to touch her, she needs her lips against hers. their bodies melting together and cellinia even biting into her a claim that she's solely hers. that she'd likely tear apart anyone else that tries to touch her. a possessive beast, one which would never not let mai feel like she isn't her everything.
the further it goes, the more she'd give her. the more that she might even start to take her with her if that's what mai wanted to do. that she'd take her anywhere other than the dorms, her home, it didn't matter. she'd start to become hers and cellinia was not going to be opposed if mai did cover her in her scent like a heady perfume of its own. she'd want that too much, to mark and be marked.)
Tell me....where do you want me to stop this car at?
(because if it isn't soon, cellinia did notice a stretch of woods coming up. quiet and empty, not too far from the road yet far enough that they'd be able to get their fill at. touch one another, devour, cover themselves in one another's scents and forget about how this started. how this was not supposed to be that serious, their litany of mistakes and sins would only grow.
but that's nothing cellinia cares about, nothing in how she's breathing harshly. how that rush of heat is eating at her, how wild those eyes look when she's eyeing her. attractive, terribly attractive. a wild beast that wants to make her into her sole woman without them both realizing. biting her and decorating her in mating bites that only cellinia would be able to find, renew herself while also giving her more in other places.)
Because if I have to keep driving, I'm fixing to stop in the road....and not care who sees us.
(come on pretty lady, why don't you let her worship you like you deserve? why don't you let her make you forget everything for a time, stop thinking about anything except for her and her scent?
those eyes and her voice, how she purrs out such pretty words. words that she never thought she'd tell anyone before whenever cellinia's hand does a needy squeeze on mai's thigh. doesn't she look lovely, wild and free? wanting someone this badly? or is it too much? she won't want to stop seeing her, she might not ever be able to get her out her head from what this is suggesting. in how badly she wants to kiss her into that seat and more.)
So tell me ragazza, how badly do you want me to pull over somewhere, if not in the road?