(SE) running red lights

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

The deep hum is a good response, and she shivers with the vibrating sensation it causes as his tongue sweeps her lower lip as well. Her lips part, inviting him in as much as the rest of her does, her tongue aiming to tangle with his own. But she’s acutely attuned to the way his hand trails along her hip, toward her ass to pull her against him and she absolutely has no qualms with it, her hands growing a bit rougher in their descent down his sides to the waistband of his pants.

She presses flush against him, feeling the response she’s given him. And it causes a light hum to leave her as well, a soft yet sharp intake of breath as she tries to press against him more, trying to brush her chest against his own and her hips a bit more into him. It’s perhaps a bit rough, but she hopes the point comes across. That she can handle it, that she wants whatever he has to give her.

She only breaks the kiss when the tie to her braid comes undone, the dark hair spilling from it as she shakes her head to loosen the waves of her hair — long now, to the middle of her back, letting it become a waterfall of sorts along her spine. And then she searches for his lips again, fingers dipping along the waistband of his pants.

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