[ Beneath the hem of her skirt, she isn't quite bare, thin stockings covering nearly the entire length of her legs before ending at mid-thigh, but she can feel the heat of his touch through them as his hand roams over her, underneath and higher still — and his words about her assuming the lead on this make her mouth quirk with a sudden thought (perhaps even more distractingly). ]
Here? [ She shifts her weight in his lap, though it does take some arranging, some management of her dress; her fingers briefly firm a grip in her skirt and coax it up enough for her to ease one thigh along the outside of his hip and then the other mirroring its position so that she sits astride him instead, a whisper of fabric accompanying her easing down with a small press of her weight. ]
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Here? [ She shifts her weight in his lap, though it does take some arranging, some management of her dress; her fingers briefly firm a grip in her skirt and coax it up enough for her to ease one thigh along the outside of his hip and then the other mirroring its position so that she sits astride him instead, a whisper of fabric accompanying her easing down with a small press of her weight. ]
Or here, like this?