[ he has enough time to remove his shoes at the door before sofia drags him into a kiss. he catches himself before he stumbles, pulled into her small bedroom before she pulls away. he has enough time, in his peripheral, to make note that her apartment is clean, well-decorated, and there was a large terrarium in the corner of her bedroom.
he’s soon distracted, though, by Sofia’s dress suddenly dropping to the floor, and his breath catches in his throat at the sight. her tattoos paint a perfect mural over her skin, her underthings matching perfectly with her stockings, which accentuate her long legs. she’s built like a model, he thinks in a daze, and her request —- no, command, has him a bit lightheaded.
he regains his composure quickly, though, taking a few steps forward to take a hand in his own, lifting it up to encourage a slight twirl, so he can get the full view, of course. where to touch first… he could get undressed himself, but he won’t deny the lady what she wants.
he soon takes a seat on the edge of her bed, tugging her closer to stand between his legs, so he can press a kiss against her stomach. hands find her hips, then the small of her back, as he explores her stomach with small kisses, edging up to the curve of her bra with a soft hum. ]
You’re beautiful.
[ he says, glancing up at her, a hand running up her spine. Maybe edging to the back of her bra. Maybe. ]
You’re going to have to tell me where you got these tattoos. [ a murmur against her ribcage. ] I don’t have any.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-08-23 01:57 am (UTC)he’s soon distracted, though, by Sofia’s dress suddenly dropping to the floor, and his breath catches in his throat at the sight. her tattoos paint a perfect mural over her skin, her underthings matching perfectly with her stockings, which accentuate her long legs. she’s built like a model, he thinks in a daze, and her request —- no, command, has him a bit lightheaded.
he regains his composure quickly, though, taking a few steps forward to take a hand in his own, lifting it up to encourage a slight twirl, so he can get the full view, of course. where to touch first… he could get undressed himself, but he won’t deny the lady what she wants.
he soon takes a seat on the edge of her bed, tugging her closer to stand between his legs, so he can press a kiss against her stomach. hands find her hips, then the small of her back, as he explores her stomach with small kisses, edging up to the curve of her bra with a soft hum. ]
You’re beautiful.
[ he says, glancing up at her, a hand running up her spine. Maybe edging to the back of her bra. Maybe. ]
You’re going to have to tell me where you got these tattoos. [ a murmur against her ribcage. ] I don’t have any.