Noises squirm their way out from within Pearl's chest. If she had a little more composure she'd try to tamp down on them out of habit, keep them bitten back or swallowed, but she's rapidly coming undone. Instead they rise and fall with the play of Rose's fingers against her: breathy little gasps, melting whines, low tremolo moans. Each exhale ragged and shaking, hot liquid want lapping at its edges. She squeezes her eyes shut tight, drunk on it. Even so, images smoulder in her mind's eye, summoned by Rose's gentle taunt: an image of herself, helpless, skin freckle-flushed all over and gleaming with sweat, moving her hips like some animal in a rut of heat. And Rose, looming above her, intent and delighted, hair tucked behind one shoulder, heavy curves, a stray curl falling across her pale skin as she focuses on what she's doing-- what her hands--
Her hands--
One of them pulling back, palm open -- Pearl imagines it but she can't predict it, and that fills her with a nervy thrill, the not-knowing just when Rose is lifting her hand to begin its graceful arc through the air --
And each time her palm lands! The heat, the sting, curling deliciously across Pearl's skin outwards from the point of impact--
Pearl is moving, wriggling, wiggling, hips bucking desperately, heedless of how ridiculous she looks and the way it twists her neck this way and that. Her knees shifting on the bed, backwards, and forwards again, as if she could escape. Trembling with the strain, till finally with a low groan she lowers herself to the bed, her hips pressing once, twice against the comforter. She whimpers out a barely audible apology, in case Rose cares -- spreads her legs a little further, as if to make up for her change in position.
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Her hands--
One of them pulling back, palm open -- Pearl imagines it but she can't predict it, and that fills her with a nervy thrill, the not-knowing just when Rose is lifting her hand to begin its graceful arc through the air --
And each time her palm lands! The heat, the sting, curling deliciously across Pearl's skin outwards from the point of impact--
Pearl is moving, wriggling, wiggling, hips bucking desperately, heedless of how ridiculous she looks and the way it twists her neck this way and that. Her knees shifting on the bed, backwards, and forwards again, as if she could escape. Trembling with the strain, till finally with a low groan she lowers herself to the bed, her hips pressing once, twice against the comforter. She whimpers out a barely audible apology, in case Rose cares -- spreads her legs a little further, as if to make up for her change in position.
"Please..."