[ he hums in response to her frustrated words, a warm, questioning thing, as if he's giving any real consideration to thinking through what they're doing. as if logical thought was any part of the decision to shut them into this dark room in the first place. his hand follows the shift of her hips, giving barely any satisfaction to the motion despite the grip of her own hand.
he can feel her nails biting through the thin fabric of the dress shirt, digging in the way he revels in, when they're entwined, that edge of pain making pleasure even sharper in its wake. now, the prickle sends anticipation up his spine, only made worse with the promise in her words, heated so close to his ear. ]
Sorry baby, I didn't know I was making it so bad for you.
[ he's teasing, and it's obvious in his tone, its false empathy drawn out, low and husky as he shifts, his free hand finding her thigh to support her. she'll hear his smile. the palm between her legs shifts so his fingers trace along her slit, feeling the heat of her through the thin lace of her panties, slowly whetting beneath his fingers as he drifts only gently for now. he can only imagine the lace, the bright red colour stark between her thighs, dark where they're damp, how gorgeous she'd look, deliciously perched over him, all that scarlet draped around her shoulders, the swell of her breasts as she draws heavy breaths. ]
You didn't say what you want. Is it--this? [ fingers trace a broad, lazy circle around her clit before zoning in to rock against her just the way she likes it, just enough pressure to give her something with tight little rubs. ]
Or... more? [ his teeth find the lobe of her ear, scraping along its outer shell, careful of her earrings as he pulls his hand away, only to slip it beneath her panties, no doubt stretching the delicate fabric as he parts her folds with his touch. his exhale catches a hint of a groan, feeling his digits slip against her hot core. ] Like this? Tell me.
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he can feel her nails biting through the thin fabric of the dress shirt, digging in the way he revels in, when they're entwined, that edge of pain making pleasure even sharper in its wake. now, the prickle sends anticipation up his spine, only made worse with the promise in her words, heated so close to his ear. ]
Sorry baby, I didn't know I was making it so bad for you.
[ he's teasing, and it's obvious in his tone, its false empathy drawn out, low and husky as he shifts, his free hand finding her thigh to support her. she'll hear his smile. the palm between her legs shifts so his fingers trace along her slit, feeling the heat of her through the thin lace of her panties, slowly whetting beneath his fingers as he drifts only gently for now. he can only imagine the lace, the bright red colour stark between her thighs, dark where they're damp, how gorgeous she'd look, deliciously perched over him, all that scarlet draped around her shoulders, the swell of her breasts as she draws heavy breaths. ]
You didn't say what you want. Is it--this? [ fingers trace a broad, lazy circle around her clit before zoning in to rock against her just the way she likes it, just enough pressure to give her something with tight little rubs. ]
Or... more? [ his teeth find the lobe of her ear, scraping along its outer shell, careful of her earrings as he pulls his hand away, only to slip it beneath her panties, no doubt stretching the delicate fabric as he parts her folds with his touch. his exhale catches a hint of a groan, feeling his digits slip against her hot core. ] Like this? Tell me.