She Feels Like An Imbecile Merely Standing There Staring At Him, Robbed Of Words. What Had Occurred Between

JESSICA CHASTAIN. ELLE Spain Magazine.

things had gotten so intense between the so quickly, but he had known upon meeting her that she was a woman he needed in his life. whether that was simply as a friend, a lover, or something more, he knew that whatever that pull was between them was something he needed in his life. preferably as his, but he would settle for whatever he could get. "fuck, harriet." he kisses along her jaw, face finding it's place in her neck and continuing to press kisses there. it's too intense to look her in the eye, the lust already creeping over him and making him thrust into her hand with a bit more intensity. he squeezes her nipple again before groping her entire breast, rocking forward as her words cause his orgasm to start to build. "you're killing me. so fucking perfect for me." the idea of getting to cum on her again mixed with the way she tugs at his hair and kisses his neck has him groaning her name in pleasure, cum spilling out onto her belly and over her hand.

If this would make Tomas content at least for the duration of this trip Harriet didn't mind. Not to mention that above her own emotional feelings her body craved him too. For now this was enough. His touch, his kiss and especially his voice. "Good," she whispered against his mouth allowing him to continue kissing her as she stroked his cock. "You're okay I won't judge." She replied knowing at times some men were self conscious about that but in this scenario it didn't matter. As if she would stop if it took longer. While she felt herself getting wet right now she wasn't going to indulge in that feeling, right now it was all about him. "You know I don't mind you making a mess on me," she grinned lightly pulling his hair again to expose his neck before leaning down suck at his skin not minding if she left a mark behind. Even if she wasn't completely his yet, Tomas was hers already.

the second her permission is murmured leaves a trail of heat over his skin, the knowledge that he could touch her again enough for now. he can't help but grope her then, feeling the weight of her breast in his palm before pinching at her nipple. his breathing turns heavy, free hand pulling her close as he starts to thrust into her palm, groaning without able to help himself. "trust me, i'm feeling plenty good, sweetheart." he murmurs, moaning into her mouth when she kisses him and chasing her lips when she stops, lips sealing back over hers and driven by his lust for her. "i'm not gonna last long, you feel fucking perfect." her want for him goes straight to his cock, hips continuing to rock into her hand as he grunts, gaze on hers. "i want you too, harriet. wanna make you feel good again."

Although she had no interest in an emotional connection with Tomas there was a strong physical desire on her end. Of course she had to limit herself to stop from leading him on. Right now though even the sound of him saying her name made her wet. Everything about him was just as she remembered from the night they shared together. Now though she could tell he wanted more than just sex which made this even better. "Yeah you're fine," she whispered back placing her other hand on the back of his head. Right now she was beyond tempted to kiss him but knew it would be too much. Tonight she would go to sleep wet but she was doing the right thing. "I want you to feel good." She whispered giving in and finally giving him a quick kiss. "I just want to get you off, show you how much I appreciate you." She whispered gazing into his eyes. "And to show I'm serious about wanting you."

this afternoon might be the time i actually write the remaining character blurbs for my muse page lads

"why do you think?" she shrugs simply, brow creasing with emotion.

inspo from this.

" why did you kiss me like that? " confusion spread across his face.

the last thing she had been wanting when she stepped out for some air was some company and yet, the gods hadn't deemed her fit for such peace. the viscount had followed her after already having sent her a few looks throughout the evening, seemingly having wanted to chew her ear off. but the more time he spent around her, the more she becomes increasingly aware of how flirty he is being, how he seems to get closer to her, his fingers lingering on her arm and waist. when they stop near the entrance back into the ballroom once more, her eyes widen when he reaches out to stop her from going in, unaware of gwaine's presence as the viscount's hands move to grab her ass. "get your damn hands off me!"

Another event for the season, meant the two having to pretend to be a happy couple. Though at some point he had lost sight of the woman as they had ended up speaking and mingling with their own acquaintances and friends. So to overhear how the Viscount Clinton had followed after his wife made him see red and follow.

Gwaine and Selaena may not be the most functional or loving couple, but at the end of the day she was his wife. And he felt something for her, though he couldn't place it himself. She made him angry and defensive, but at the end of the day that was his wife. So for another man to assume that it would be okay to talk to her in such a manner, and to try and touch her as so had his blood boiling. And the man found himself at the door way and caught a glimpse of her face. @vulgcrzz

it helps pull her out of her rage at the man before them when his fingers touch her cheek. she steps forward until she can pull the brass knuckles off and place them on the counter, softer hands finding his chest and splaying there as her gaze rises to meet his own. "i don't know how they could have possibly thought that threatening our kids is what would make us soft." she scoffs, though as he continues to speak her mouth tugs upwards into a smile, fingers curling in his shirt as she hums. "i missed this too. wasn't sure when we were gonna get back to it with the babies, but i love doing this with you." one hand moves up, stroking gently across his jaw. "i love knowing that whenever there's a threat, we can always rely on each other to take care of it."

Although it was under frightening circumstances there was some excitement in working this kind of job with his wife. While he did more dirty jobs than her it was kind of a turn on to see her in her element. When they learned about the threat to their children it was something they certainly didn't react to calmly. "It's okay," he smiled reached to cup her cheek brushing away some splattered blood with his thumb. "I'm just glad Ray found this guy for us. If anything it's going to send a message that having kids hasn't made us soft rather it's made us even more dangerous. You know, I missed this. Us working together. Not how I wanted us to get back into things but in this career if you wanna call it that, there aren't many things we get to control. I'm just glad I'm doing it with you."

"i know, i would have much rather it had been your hands on me, but i didn't exactly have much say in the matter." it was almost endearing to see him upset over her, her frustration beginning to simmer down as she starts to understand why it was he was so displeased. "i didn't think you cared where i was. it is not as though you tell me as much." she sighs, watching the back of his head for a mere moment before she strides after him , quickly catching up to him when they reached the gardens and taking hold of his arm. "you're the most impossible man i've ever met, you know that? you've been making it pretty damn clear from the day we wed that you couldn't stand my presence, and now you're upset when i step out for a stroll?"

"I am upset and allowed to be, a man had his hand on my wife!" he was mad at the situation. "i am also upset that my wife just goes off, you could tell me. does that ever occur to you, to tell me things?" he said as his own hand ran through his hair. "now i need to get some fresh air," he said taking a deep breath. "and you are avoiding me, unless there's something you want you want from me," he said before walking past her to head for the balcony stairs.

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . m / f / nb , neighbours spouse, sibling in law, step-son/brother, just anyone she shouldn't be sleeping with. inspo in source.

lorna gasps as she’s bent over the counter, legs spread apart and panties pulled down her thighs. she knows full well that she deserved it after how she’s been acting all evening, brushing against them when she passed in the hallways, fingers trailing over their ass, holding their gaze in every conversation. “aren’t you worried about someone walking in?” she murmurs, leaning back to clutch the back of their head and tug them into a kiss.

she merely watches her for a few moments as he strokes hiself, her own hand trailing down to skim over the head of his cock, teasing him. selaena leans down over him, one hand cupping his face as she kisses him, smiling against his lips when she pulls back again. it wasn't often that she was hired for jobs like these, a thrill running through her at the prospect of teaching the crown prince. "have you ever seen a naked woman before?" she questions, sitting up to straddle him, entirely bare for his gaze.

@indiestarter // Open Starter with Crown Prince Alastair of Lunaruz Connection: Your muse is the one to teach Alastair how to please his future wife. Based on Shawn Mendes’s “Teach Me How To Love” Open To: F/NB

Alastair lay naked on the lavish, elegant bed he was given upon being declared Crown Prince of Lunaruz, having been given a natural, hypoallergenic lubricant and being instructed to stroke his gradually growing erection. ‘Fuck,’ he thought, growing more and more around at the prospects of pleasing the courtesan. He’d follow her every word, and become a masterful lover so he could please his future wife in bed from the wedding night onward.