[ The playfulness of it doesn't necessarily take her by surprise, but she does blink slightly, that hazy lust in her expression soon replaced by a small grin, her hands stroking over him all the while, alternating lighter grazes of her fingertips with harder scratches; it's no secret, the effect that's having on him, because she can feel it nudging against her inner thigh, hardness against that soft, freely exposed skin while he kisses her, deep and needing.
She makes her own need plain in the way she cups the side of his face, fingers spindled out across the strength of his features and palm pressed against his jaw for those few seconds before his mouth begins its descent. The kisses prompt a low laugh, the sharp bite a gasp, and her hands fly to rest upon his shoulders for those moments that he hovers close enough for her to ponder leaning in to steal another nip from the fullness of his lips, but the heat he's stoking within her is rising too hot, too intense for her to ignore for much longer.
Fortunately, thanks to him, she won't be forced to.
Confusion blooms in her features when he starts to slip further down the sofa, along her body, but then she soon learns where he's headed and it takes some maneuvering for her to work a hand beneath her layers, to pull the torn scrap of cloth from between her legs, to render herself completely exposed for the ministrations of his mouth, his tongue.
She's forced to find purchase somewhere, in the couch cushions, needing something to hold onto when his head dips between her thighs beneath the fullness of her skirts, hidden from her sight but not from her senses altogether, and she knows he'll be rewarded with the growing slickness there to collect with every sweeping lick through her folds that prompts a sound from deep within her chest. ] Oh —
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She makes her own need plain in the way she cups the side of his face, fingers spindled out across the strength of his features and palm pressed against his jaw for those few seconds before his mouth begins its descent. The kisses prompt a low laugh, the sharp bite a gasp, and her hands fly to rest upon his shoulders for those moments that he hovers close enough for her to ponder leaning in to steal another nip from the fullness of his lips, but the heat he's stoking within her is rising too hot, too intense for her to ignore for much longer.
Fortunately, thanks to him, she won't be forced to.
Confusion blooms in her features when he starts to slip further down the sofa, along her body, but then she soon learns where he's headed and it takes some maneuvering for her to work a hand beneath her layers, to pull the torn scrap of cloth from between her legs, to render herself completely exposed for the ministrations of his mouth, his tongue.
She's forced to find purchase somewhere, in the couch cushions, needing something to hold onto when his head dips between her thighs beneath the fullness of her skirts, hidden from her sight but not from her senses altogether, and she knows he'll be rewarded with the growing slickness there to collect with every sweeping lick through her folds that prompts a sound from deep within her chest. ] Oh —