( she smiles slips from blatant seduction into something more genuine the closer he gets — not that it isn't a genuine attempt at seduction, but that the mask of parisa kamali generally falls off her the closer he gets. effortlessly, she scooches the rest of the way in, sitting more upright so she can press a palm to the side of his face, stroking the freshly shaving skin. her thumb rubs over his lips, and waits for a kiss. )

Well, I am very generous.

( at least in the ways she wants to be, when it comes to bodies and sex and seduction. it's still not an adjective anyone who knows parisa would actually apply to her, which is all the same.

leaning in, she presses her mouth to his. parisa could lie, and say she means for it to be short, an applicably sweet early morning kiss, but at this point emmrich knows her well enough to know her hungers and tastes, and when he sat he knew what she wanted, so it's no real wonder. she's not particularly subtle, particularly not when she opens her mouth against his, flattening her hands on the rich material of his robe. flattening, and then pushing, until his back is against the bed and parisa is smiling queenly down at him, helping herself into a straddle of his hips. slowly, she tugs out the knot of his robe, a tease onto itself. )

I'm hoping to turn you rotten. ( the robe stays closed for now — naked on top of him, she arches down, nuzzling their noses together. ) Have I succeeded? Or do you need a little extra spoiling?