[He laughs softly against her. She certainly knows the sort of promises a man wants to hear, experience or not.] I do so appreciate the reassurance. And the hint of a threat. [It's all the commentary he makes as, with her encouragement, he does not want to disappoint.
Though he's tempted to see what her idea of a reprimand is.
Later, perhaps. He wants more skin as it is. His lips slide down as he bends lower, dragging the zipper down. The noise is, er, strange, but the job is done. And buttons. He knows buttons, so that one is popped easily enough. Then her pants loosen enough he can snake his fingertips over her bare hips, kissing the top of her breast once he's low enough.
She's not wrong. Women's undergarments are sexy, in a way, because they give him more to remove. Here there is so... little. Layers no longer take up time. So much time.] Tell me which you'd like me to take off first.
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Though he's tempted to see what her idea of a reprimand is.
Later, perhaps. He wants more skin as it is. His lips slide down as he bends lower, dragging the zipper down. The noise is, er, strange, but the job is done. And buttons. He knows buttons, so that one is popped easily enough. Then her pants loosen enough he can snake his fingertips over her bare hips, kissing the top of her breast once he's low enough.
She's not wrong. Women's undergarments are sexy, in a way, because they give him more to remove. Here there is so... little. Layers no longer take up time. So much time.] Tell me which you'd like me to take off first.