[ lies back flat on the bed with a breath. he makes eye contact and holds it while he brings up one hand to tug the glove off by the wrist with his teeth, watching her expressing as he slides his other hand to her front and then slips the back of it down between her thighs, letting the line of buttons rub against her through the lace ]
[ She gasps at the sensation of the textured cloth pressed against the hard ridges of plastic pressing against her, making a buzzing, electric heat pool between her thighs, in her feet, in her breasts and head. She bites her lip and tries hard not to whimper or squirm while her head swims from such little contact--and succeeds at neither. ]
They--were cute.
[ Her voice is both a little breathless and a little defensive, and the feeling in her chest (aside from the pounding of her heart) is tight with confusion. ]
I thought they looked good on me.
[ Now, with his eyes piercing her straight through, she's less certain. ]
[ tilts his head to the side to drop the glove from his teeth, skimming his gloved fingertips back up the line of her stomach and past her navel as he drops his bare hand to take their place and brushes his thumb over the front of the lace, two fingers sliding further down and rubbing the fabric up between her folds, watching her face all the while ]
[ THINGS SHE IS WEAK TO: being praised and also being touched like that. One more than the other obviously. She bites her lower lip a little harder, but that only does so much to hold back the growing noises she's making in the back of her throat. Her stomach to her thighs feels--heavy and tense and he'll be able to feel the material beneath his fingers quickly grow wet as she rubs herself against his teasing thumb. ]
I--I should do something for you, too, right?
[ That was her intention--but she seems to have become a bit distracted somewhere along the way. ]
[ his gloved hand slides around the curve of her hip to her lower back to hook his thumb in the band of her panties and tug them down past her ass, although he's blocking himself from taking them off fully just yet since he's still touching her through them - he presses the pad of his thumb against her while he curls two fingers and rubs them in circles against the walls of her entrance, pushing against the lace ]
[ Her words turn into a soft cry as his fingers push up into her sex and his thumb bears down against her clit. Her hips thrash against the sensation as her own fingers bear down, nails digging into his shoulders, as a keening whine makes its way out the back of her throat. ]
[ bites the inside of his cheek with a quiet hum, his pupils gone wide and dark. he keeps teasing her through the lace a while longer, his fingers pushing at the fabric over and over like a coy shadow of actually thrusting into her. he waits until she’s made them considerably damp before slipping his hand up out of the way of his other hand tugging the waistband of her panties down her thigh - and then finally touches her without the barrier, sliding his middle finger inside her without a window of time to catch her breath. ]
[ Her cheeks have a high flush and her lower lip is trapped and pulled between her teeth again as he continues to tease her. It feels like it won't ever end (does she really want it to stop?) and the ache between her thighs becomes more pronounced--almost unbearable. And just when she's ready to protest that she can't take it anymore--he finally lets her have it. Her mouth opens as she pushes herself against his finger, trying to get him deeper inside her. ]
[ practically purring, pulling out of her heedless of the movement of her hips but pressing the pad of his finger against her inner walls when he snaps his wrist to thrust it back in ]
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dragonheartedgirl) wrote2018-11-15 06:18 am
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Those aren’t very modest.
[ through the leather in his mouth ]
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They--were cute.
[ Her voice is both a little breathless and a little defensive, and the feeling in her chest (aside from the pounding of her heart) is tight with confusion. ]
I thought they looked good on me.
[ Now, with his eyes piercing her straight through, she's less certain. ]
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You're very cute.
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I--I should do something for you, too, right?
[ That was her intention--but she seems to have become a bit distracted somewhere along the way. ]
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[ his gloved hand slides around the curve of her hip to her lower back to hook his thumb in the band of her panties and tug them down past her ass, although he's blocking himself from taking them off fully just yet since he's still touching her through them - he presses the pad of his thumb against her while he curls two fingers and rubs them in circles against the walls of her entrance, pushing against the lace ]
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[ Her words turn into a soft cry as his fingers push up into her sex and his thumb bears down against her clit. Her hips thrash against the sensation as her own fingers bear down, nails digging into his shoulders, as a keening whine makes its way out the back of her throat. ]
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Yasu--!
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[ practically purring, pulling out of her heedless of the movement of her hips but pressing the pad of his finger against her inner walls when he snaps his wrist to thrust it back in ]
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[ If his voice is a purr then hers is a mewl, as sharp and insistent as the buck of her hips into the press of his finger. ]