A sparkle enters Anita's eyes. Asher is still soft, small, and not yet fed to make him hard. Anita squirms about until she's pressing Asher back into the softness of the bed, her hands stroking down his chest and stomach while she situates herself between his legs.
She remembers, through Jean-Claude, the places that bring Asher the most pleasure. Her lips brush down his thigh, her eyes rolled up to look at both vampires, and then her tongue brushes the back of his knee.
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Date: 2009-10-04 03:39 pm (UTC)She remembers, through Jean-Claude, the places that bring Asher the most pleasure. Her lips brush down his thigh, her eyes rolled up to look at both vampires, and then her tongue brushes the back of his knee.