"Like definitely isn't strong enough a word for that."
He had meant to drag it out a little more, wait for her to express her next wishes, but she was turning her back on him, showing off that glorious ass as good as nude, and he was sold. Not to mention that seductive laced backside of her top, just waiting for his teeth to pull on one or the other string.
At least he had enough self control left to near her slowly, still drinking in every beautiful curve, every shade of light playing on her skin, the dangerous dark shade of her hair falling down her back... The pride, the self-assurance in her posture, her words, every of her breaths. God, he wanted her badly.
When they finally touched, it was merely his lips on her bare shoulder, and tender, slow fingertips sliding over the thin material covering her sides, until they reached bare skin. A longing shudder went down his spine. He needed to feel, to breathe her, now. Without taking his mouth off her, he slowly went to his knees, teeth and tongue tickling, softly scraping her skin as he went, tangling with these thin cords of her top just enough to make it slip a little.
Then he was kneeling behind her, his face pressed into her thigh with a deep sigh, breathing in her soft scent. He let her feel the remaining stubble on his cheeks while his hands slowly went up and down her hips, playing with all the strings and straps there. It was perfect, just close enough and promising so much more. He decided that he could easily get drunk on this, watching her in this kind of clothing while he placed small kisses on her legs and the curve of her butt, ever so slowly nearing that thin strap in the middle.
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Date: 2014-05-19 06:38 pm (UTC)From:He had meant to drag it out a little more, wait for her to express her next wishes, but she was turning her back on him, showing off that glorious ass as good as nude, and he was sold. Not to mention that seductive laced backside of her top, just waiting for his teeth to pull on one or the other string.
At least he had enough self control left to near her slowly, still drinking in every beautiful curve, every shade of light playing on her skin, the dangerous dark shade of her hair falling down her back... The pride, the self-assurance in her posture, her words, every of her breaths. God, he wanted her badly.
When they finally touched, it was merely his lips on her bare shoulder, and tender, slow fingertips sliding over the thin material covering her sides, until they reached bare skin. A longing shudder went down his spine. He needed to feel, to breathe her, now. Without taking his mouth off her, he slowly went to his knees, teeth and tongue tickling, softly scraping her skin as he went, tangling with these thin cords of her top just enough to make it slip a little.
Then he was kneeling behind her, his face pressed into her thigh with a deep sigh, breathing in her soft scent. He let her feel the remaining stubble on his cheeks while his hands slowly went up and down her hips, playing with all the strings and straps there. It was perfect, just close enough and promising so much more. He decided that he could easily get drunk on this, watching her in this kind of clothing while he placed small kisses on her legs and the curve of her butt, ever so slowly nearing that thin strap in the middle.
"Open up for me, beautiful?"