[ His 'whoops' gets a warm smile and a small, husky laugh. She feels warm tingles of arousal and a familiar, pleasant ache between her legs. ]
Yeah? How are you going to do that?
[ He answers her question by pressing his mouth gently against her jawline she sighs softly. It's an involuntary noise, one she doesn't even realize comes from her when she hears it. Her eyes, already dilated slightly, close momentarily before opening to fix on his dragon tattoo. She rests both hands gently on his chest, feeling the warm flush of his skin, the quiet pounding thud of his heartbat, before she slides off of him and stands up. She shimmies out of his boxer shorts, letting them slide off of her as easily as they had gone on and to his floor.
Then she pulls at the hem of his shirt, flipping it up and tossing it over her head and hurling it to the floor. It's a relief to get it off, she realizes. Who wants to walk around in the clothing they died in?
Her bare breasts are flushed pink, heaving from the force of her breath, nipples hard and peaked. She's standing there in nothing but her panties now, as she leans down to help him yank his pants off for him once he gets his belt off. ]
I want you more.
[ If she's able to get his pants off, with his help, her next move will be to shimmy out of her panties, too. She feels like she's living in a dream right now, one she doesn't want to wake up from. It can't be real, to be here with him right after what just happened, but it feels real. Nothing has ever felt more real. ]
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Yeah? How are you going to do that?
[ He answers her question by pressing his mouth gently against her jawline she sighs softly. It's an involuntary noise, one she doesn't even realize comes from her when she hears it. Her eyes, already dilated slightly, close momentarily before opening to fix on his dragon tattoo. She rests both hands gently on his chest, feeling the warm flush of his skin, the quiet pounding thud of his heartbat, before she slides off of him and stands up. She shimmies out of his boxer shorts, letting them slide off of her as easily as they had gone on and to his floor.
Then she pulls at the hem of his shirt, flipping it up and tossing it over her head and hurling it to the floor. It's a relief to get it off, she realizes. Who wants to walk around in the clothing they died in?
Her bare breasts are flushed pink, heaving from the force of her breath, nipples hard and peaked. She's standing there in nothing but her panties now, as she leans down to help him yank his pants off for him once he gets his belt off. ]
I want you more.
[ If she's able to get his pants off, with his help, her next move will be to shimmy out of her panties, too. She feels like she's living in a dream right now, one she doesn't want to wake up from. It can't be real, to be here with him right after what just happened, but it feels real. Nothing has ever felt more real. ]