summer by the sea



“Alllll mine,” she purred against his skin. She bit, gently, along his hipbone, as punishment for his remark. “I am not nearly as good-looking as you. Down.”

He shivered in delight at the possessive claim, before gasping and clawing at the air as her teeth sank into his hipbone. “Mmm, I think I’m into biting!” He pushed up against her face, before nodding and stilling his hips. “Oh, that’s up for debate, I think.”

“Oh?” she asked archly, pausing her ministrations to look up at him. “Lie /down/.”

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