A Diva Down in the Dumps

[Weonna]

That kiss was too nice. Way too soft. It was messing with her composure, and Rianne hated losing control of even a single moment. She needed to shift gears, to stop being the gentle comforter and get back to being the woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

Pulling her face away from his, she let a wicked smirk spread across her lips. She didn't move off him, though. Instead, she shifted her weight, letting her legs rest on either side of his waist. She hovered there for a second, staring down at him with bright blue eyes, and then she slowly lowered herself.

She didn't sit down. She pressed down.

The friction was immediate. She ground her arse cheeks against the hard ridge of his bulge, feeling the damp heat of her own excitement rubbing against the fabric of their gear. She let out a breathless little laugh, tilting her hips to grind against him harder, deliberately teasing him.

"Look at you,"

she panted softly, her voice dropping an octave as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear.

"You're all hard and ready, aren't you, you prat? Tell me... are you liking this 'terrible fate' of mine, or are you actually begging for it?"

She gave him another deliberate grind, sitting back on him a little more firmly, enjoying the way his fingers tightened on her hips. She wasn't playing games anymore. Tonight, she was going to take exactly what she wanted.