(it is addicting, the rush of heat and that burning urgency welling up inside of her. her mind is like a beast, watching and listening. decorating a body like this woman's in marks that claim it; her own feast and a slow one in displays of want. wanting her, the taste, those pretty barbed words and cheeky glances. how her eyes light up in pleasure, like a weight is lifted somewhat that someone could want her. that someone could ever want to touch her so sweetly, so tenderly without reservations to it. beyond her body, cellinia finds she might even want to know more about her. so much more. a mystery in her own right, but cellinia herself is a mystery in her own ways. a tantalizing one wrapped up in a handsomely striking face, so close to touch and not at the same time about the workings of her mind.
she likes it, the way she responds. that voice could mesmerize her, a little too easily in how she looks up at her goddess in her pause of worshiping her body. her lips brush against her thumb, soft and tender. a soft lick of her tongue against it, almost puppish when she brings her hand near to cup her face, to run her thumb along her plush and bruised lips. a kiss is pressed to her palm, as if in further worship while she thinks about it. if she wants to tell her the things that she said. how it was devoted and feverish whispers in heat driven desire to claim her, to make mai hers in whatever way that wild beast could ever have. how she finds it too natural to chase her and decorate her in those red spots that bloom into lovely bruises for her.
the teeth marks that she left while she hums to herself. they both were playing along with their desires perhaps, this little game that they started together before it went further and further. into boldness, into the present. then being honest a little couldn't hurt.)
I can't help that, the way I want you....
(wanton desires, everything else that may come from their meeting. it didn't matter. she craves it deeply. that she could find herself this hungry and seeking her out after barely knowing her, that's what is interesting. a mess, isn't she? but that's fine, neither of them seem interested in changing how they are on terms of it and cellinia is by no means complaining. not in how after a brief pause she finally answers the other question:)
Do you want a lesson then, while I touch you? Whatever words you're curious about, bella signora.
(too many words, they'd all be full of feverish desire or tenderness. that depends solely on her lover before she gets the idea that they ought to move finally once mai agrees. she's ready to feed that beast within her, that beast which is having her own mouth water at the idea that she can touch her goddess. that she can feel her more. their impatience is mutual, burning thicker in that flame, and she intends to "eat" as much as mai wants to give cellinia. never mind her exhibitionism, how she likes to keep her eyes on the other woman's from a desire to memorize every expression she makes. how she does it for her whenever she crawls back after her, the slow predator that looks over her goddess in thought. does she want to watch her or remove it herself?
if cellinia has to choose, she knows what she desires. cellinia desires it as she comes closer, her battle worn fingers hooking into the sides of her skirt and panties. the scent is strong, strong enough she can smell it. how aroused her lover is, her goddess whenever she starts to pull them down along her legs slowly. to brush her fingers against her thighs again. a little longer, how she stares in such a predatory way that would have driven away someone saner. someone that knew better than to mess with a wild animal, but mai didn't run away. mai met her and here they are, with the wolf herself licking her lips at the thought. she'll taste her in full soon and plans to make mai feel wanted, far too wanted for their own good in both girls cases.
though that is fine, isn't it? she wants her to feel wanted, she held no desire of parting with her if she can help it after their bodies are marked thoroughly by one another. the skirt and panties are tossed to the floor boards shortly after cellinia thinks that, they're both undressed now at their fullest. bared, exposed, and full of desire in the likes of which they both had never given to another. not the way cellinia feels it before deciding her first lesson for her would be interesting, about her other language that is.)
Il profumo di te, mi piace così tanto....which means "the scent of you, I love it so much".
(the words of course are purred out when cellinia begins an ascent upwards, along her legs. her lips kissing along to her thighs, alternating between her lips tenderly worshiping again and her tongue. the further along to her inner thighs she nears, the more she nips, nibbles, even. she wants to especially leave marks there for her goddess. a good spot to hide them at from what she's seen of that skirt. nobody would know her darling wolf bit her inner thighs with love bites in worship of her body.)
Mi fa venire l'acquolina in bocca, bella signora. Or "it makes my mouth water, pretty lady".
(a pause, her breath is hot along the inner part of her thighs before her teeth sinks into sensitive flesh along them slowly. not too far from her intended destination, too, in how she looks up at her. those wild and lovely eyes are all hers. mai could also take pride from that with such an untamable beast that she has in her hands.
one that was taking a chance to repeat the words she says to her so feverishly. who knew the ice queen could be so passionate, so warm when thawed this way?)
....any words you want to hear me say, next, bella signora?
(she'll tell you more, if you wish to hear them, pretty lady. all of them as she feasts and never leaves you at this rate.)
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Date: 2025-03-02 10:34 am (UTC)she likes it, the way she responds. that voice could mesmerize her, a little too easily in how she looks up at her goddess in her pause of worshiping her body. her lips brush against her thumb, soft and tender. a soft lick of her tongue against it, almost puppish when she brings her hand near to cup her face, to run her thumb along her plush and bruised lips. a kiss is pressed to her palm, as if in further worship while she thinks about it. if she wants to tell her the things that she said. how it was devoted and feverish whispers in heat driven desire to claim her, to make mai hers in whatever way that wild beast could ever have. how she finds it too natural to chase her and decorate her in those red spots that bloom into lovely bruises for her.
the teeth marks that she left while she hums to herself. they both were playing along with their desires perhaps, this little game that they started together before it went further and further. into boldness, into the present. then being honest a little couldn't hurt.)
I can't help that, the way I want you....
(wanton desires, everything else that may come from their meeting. it didn't matter. she craves it deeply. that she could find herself this hungry and seeking her out after barely knowing her, that's what is interesting. a mess, isn't she? but that's fine, neither of them seem interested in changing how they are on terms of it and cellinia is by no means complaining. not in how after a brief pause she finally answers the other question:)
Do you want a lesson then, while I touch you? Whatever words you're curious about, bella signora.
(too many words, they'd all be full of feverish desire or tenderness. that depends solely on her lover before she gets the idea that they ought to move finally once mai agrees. she's ready to feed that beast within her, that beast which is having her own mouth water at the idea that she can touch her goddess. that she can feel her more. their impatience is mutual, burning thicker in that flame, and she intends to "eat" as much as mai wants to give cellinia. never mind her exhibitionism, how she likes to keep her eyes on the other woman's from a desire to memorize every expression she makes. how she does it for her whenever she crawls back after her, the slow predator that looks over her goddess in thought. does she want to watch her or remove it herself?
if cellinia has to choose, she knows what she desires. cellinia desires it as she comes closer, her battle worn fingers hooking into the sides of her skirt and panties. the scent is strong, strong enough she can smell it. how aroused her lover is, her goddess whenever she starts to pull them down along her legs slowly. to brush her fingers against her thighs again. a little longer, how she stares in such a predatory way that would have driven away someone saner. someone that knew better than to mess with a wild animal, but mai didn't run away. mai met her and here they are, with the wolf herself licking her lips at the thought. she'll taste her in full soon and plans to make mai feel wanted, far too wanted for their own good in both girls cases.
though that is fine, isn't it? she wants her to feel wanted, she held no desire of parting with her if she can help it after their bodies are marked thoroughly by one another. the skirt and panties are tossed to the floor boards shortly after cellinia thinks that, they're both undressed now at their fullest. bared, exposed, and full of desire in the likes of which they both had never given to another. not the way cellinia feels it before deciding her first lesson for her would be interesting, about her other language that is.)
Il profumo di te, mi piace così tanto....which means "the scent of you, I love it so much".
(the words of course are purred out when cellinia begins an ascent upwards, along her legs. her lips kissing along to her thighs, alternating between her lips tenderly worshiping again and her tongue. the further along to her inner thighs she nears, the more she nips, nibbles, even. she wants to especially leave marks there for her goddess. a good spot to hide them at from what she's seen of that skirt. nobody would know her darling wolf bit her inner thighs with love bites in worship of her body.)
Mi fa venire l'acquolina in bocca, bella signora. Or "it makes my mouth water, pretty lady".
(a pause, her breath is hot along the inner part of her thighs before her teeth sinks into sensitive flesh along them slowly. not too far from her intended destination, too, in how she looks up at her. those wild and lovely eyes are all hers. mai could also take pride from that with such an untamable beast that she has in her hands.
one that was taking a chance to repeat the words she says to her so feverishly. who knew the ice queen could be so passionate, so warm when thawed this way?)
....any words you want to hear me say, next, bella signora?
(she'll tell you more, if you wish to hear them, pretty lady. all of them as she feasts and never leaves you at this rate.)