( she hums, swept up and away by emmrich, largely from the cadence of his voice but also the ease of his affection, mouthy kisses as fleeting as butterfly wings. parisa smooths her hand up and down the velvet of his robe tilting her head this way and that to offer some room for more of his kisses, a dopey smiling curving up her lips. )
Either way, I'm in the position of your mentor.
( a very beneficial spot to be in. emmrich is a very dutiful student. he does the readings, does his homework, participates in class. still, she doesn't really have to think about it — evidence is as plain to see as the love in emmrich's eyes when she pulls back, fingers splaying out on each of his shaved cheeks, lazily dragging their mouths back together. )
The latter. Definitely.
( far too sweet to ever turn rotten, she says. too committed to his chivalry, his own circling goodness, to be anything but a generous partner.
luckily, that's exactly what parisa likes in one. she murmurs, ) Your lesson. ( against his mouth before kissing him harder, tongue in his mouth, teeth against his lips. parisa has had full access to his mind for awhile now — there was that deep darkness, his so called shame, but the clouds have all dispersed and left clarity in their wake. of course, there are still dark corners — everyone has their secrets. but she gives him an image, her fingerprints as evident as they ever are on the soft parts of his brain, and lets him feed into the fantasy she places there. parisa, thighs on either side of his head, lowering her cunt to his mouth. emmrich, talented as usual, proving what a teacher's pet he is. eventually, his cock inside her — details unimportant, he can fill them in himself, color the portrait she's left in him. the point is —
no subject
Either way, I'm in the position of your mentor.
( a very beneficial spot to be in. emmrich is a very dutiful student. he does the readings, does his homework, participates in class. still, she doesn't really have to think about it — evidence is as plain to see as the love in emmrich's eyes when she pulls back, fingers splaying out on each of his shaved cheeks, lazily dragging their mouths back together. )
The latter. Definitely.
( far too sweet to ever turn rotten, she says. too committed to his chivalry, his own circling goodness, to be anything but a generous partner.
luckily, that's exactly what parisa likes in one. she murmurs, ) Your lesson. ( against his mouth before kissing him harder, tongue in his mouth, teeth against his lips. parisa has had full access to his mind for awhile now — there was that deep darkness, his so called shame, but the clouds have all dispersed and left clarity in their wake. of course, there are still dark corners — everyone has their secrets. but she gives him an image, her fingerprints as evident as they ever are on the soft parts of his brain, and lets him feed into the fantasy she places there. parisa, thighs on either side of his head, lowering her cunt to his mouth. emmrich, talented as usual, proving what a teacher's pet he is. eventually, his cock inside her — details unimportant, he can fill them in himself, color the portrait she's left in him. the point is —
the point is — ) This is what I want.