[His reaction only heats her blood. For a moment, she considers stalling until she can bring him to climax, admit it only after. Maybe if it was her first time, she would. The reactions to that are always fun. Because it's either a major turn on or a major turn off.
She's curious to see which it will be for him.]
Well--
[She applies her nails to the fabric just a bit as she runs them up. Only once she's stopped does she speak, leaning forward to whisper in his ear as her covered breasts press against his chest.]
[Me too, almost leaves him. Almost. It's a damn close thing and he has to employ ever skill in acting he has to look a little disappointed before scraping his teeth with a ghost's touch to the curve of her neck - which she had to know would distract him from everything else - that was presented to him as she whispered in his ear.]
That's nice but -- I don't care.
[He has a feeling she doesn't either. And, right now, that doesn't bother him one bit. He can't focus with the stretch of pale white skin in front of him where her scent is the most overwhelming. At least, above her waist.
The though makes the fingers he has hooked in her panties tug sharply on them before laving his tongue against her neck, wanting so much more.]
[Skip tilts her head to the side, exposing more of her neck to his teeth. A quiet murmur of appreciation leaves her at the feel of it. Because it's primal and all too welcome.
The words are like a good whiskey to her brain, and she rewards them by sliding her hand down his underwear to apply just her palm to the tip of his erection.
When his fingers pull and his tongue is applied to her neck, she groans outright. There are so many things she wants to do to him and even more she wants him to do to her. But one step at a time. Best not to seem too eager right after admitting to being engaged. So, she merely lets her hand stroke him lightly.]
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She's curious to see which it will be for him.]
Well--
[She applies her nails to the fabric just a bit as she runs them up. Only once she's stopped does she speak, leaning forward to whisper in his ear as her covered breasts press against his chest.]
--I'm engaged.
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That's nice but -- I don't care.
[He has a feeling she doesn't either. And, right now, that doesn't bother him one bit. He can't focus with the stretch of pale white skin in front of him where her scent is the most overwhelming. At least, above her waist.
The though makes the fingers he has hooked in her panties tug sharply on them before laving his tongue against her neck, wanting so much more.]
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The words are like a good whiskey to her brain, and she rewards them by sliding her hand down his underwear to apply just her palm to the tip of his erection.
When his fingers pull and his tongue is applied to her neck, she groans outright. There are so many things she wants to do to him and even more she wants him to do to her. But one step at a time. Best not to seem too eager right after admitting to being engaged. So, she merely lets her hand stroke him lightly.]