freckledboss.

her wrist twists, wrapping the silk further around her lithe fingers and reeling him in. lips part, but don’t speak, instead her breath faintly fans out across his mouth; the tip of her tongue darting out to slide along his flesh, tasting the seam of his lips, and retreating only to grin darkly at him. ❛ so, PUSHY, mr. stark. ❜ the appendage mimics a clicking sound from the roof of her mouth in light tsk. ❛ i don’t condone bossiness. not when i’m in charge. you answer to ME. ❜

another grunt sounds.   ❛ shit. ❜   feeling pepper so close to his own frame, her tongue slowly tracing his lower tier, he can’t help but submit. hell, if she told him to drop to his knees before her, he’d do it shamelessly.   ❛ whatever you say, honey. ❜   but he isn’t mocking her, his articulation rather BREATHY and fascinated as dark hues take in bright azure ones. she’s sexy when she’s in charge ( which is 95% of the time ), the engineer hardly minding what’s happening between them now.