[ As the straps of her bra slide down her shoulders and onto her biceps, she reluctantly moves her hands to shake the garment loose, letting it fall to the floor. Her apartment isn't too chilly but, a shiver goes through her all the same. His hands, after all, are a deliciously warm contrast, each soft exhalation against her midsection enough to make something inside her clench eagerly.
Though, she can't let him do all the work.
So, just as he picked up where he'd left off, she does as well. This time both hands meticulously undo the front of his shirt, giving her enough room to push the flaps aside, exposing his chest and shoulders. Her exploration doesn't last overlong, not when his mouth begins to tease her breast, the sensitivity making her sigh shakily. ]
Now why would I do that?
[ She liked his cute face, after all. And what she has felt of the rest of him.
One hand settles at the back of his neck, gently pinning him against the spot he'd teased, as she follows his urging to climb into his lap. Long legs now splayed on either side of his hips, she lets her weight drop, the seam of her stockings right on the fly of his trousers.
Comfortable, she goes about tugging his shirttails out of his waistband, lightly rucking her nails through the hair trailing to his navel. ]
What a good boy, asking so nicely. [ Of course she'll keep them on. If they're ruined, she can always get another pair. ]
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Date: 2024-08-28 12:14 am (UTC)Though, she can't let him do all the work.
So, just as he picked up where he'd left off, she does as well. This time both hands meticulously undo the front of his shirt, giving her enough room to push the flaps aside, exposing his chest and shoulders. Her exploration doesn't last overlong, not when his mouth begins to tease her breast, the sensitivity making her sigh shakily. ]
Now why would I do that?
[ She liked his cute face, after all. And what she has felt of the rest of him.
One hand settles at the back of his neck, gently pinning him against the spot he'd teased, as she follows his urging to climb into his lap. Long legs now splayed on either side of his hips, she lets her weight drop, the seam of her stockings right on the fly of his trousers.
Comfortable, she goes about tugging his shirttails out of his waistband, lightly rucking her nails through the hair trailing to his navel. ]
What a good boy, asking so nicely. [ Of course she'll keep them on. If they're ruined, she can always get another pair. ]