[He canted his head to the side, giving her lips and teeth room, and, permission, to make their way over his neck. Her hands were in his hair, the motion of her hips, grinding, causing his own to buck up against hers.
Michael sucked in his breath when she bit his neck, his hands pressing into her back, pushing their bodies more tightly together.]
Trying to suck my blood?
[A short laugh, as his hands gripped her clothing, tugging suggestively at them. He wanted them off, but that meant taking a break from the kissing and biting, and the way they were pressed together, and he didn't want that either.
What to choose? But, he knew, so he slid his hands between her legs and his hips, and unhooked her thighs. Gravity pulled her towards the ground, his hands insuring it was a delightfully slow process. When her feet touched the floor, he stepped back, and slipped his jacket off, followed by his shirt. He kicked his boots off, and inched back to her.
His fingers curled around the fabric of her clothing, pulling it off. His eyebrow raised, and lips quirked, as if challenging her to do something.]
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Michael sucked in his breath when she bit his neck, his hands pressing into her back, pushing their bodies more tightly together.]
Trying to suck my blood?
[A short laugh, as his hands gripped her clothing, tugging suggestively at them. He wanted them off, but that meant taking a break from the kissing and biting, and the way they were pressed together, and he didn't want that either.
What to choose? But, he knew, so he slid his hands between her legs and his hips, and unhooked her thighs. Gravity pulled her towards the ground, his hands insuring it was a delightfully slow process. When her feet touched the floor, he stepped back, and slipped his jacket off, followed by his shirt. He kicked his boots off, and inched back to her.
His fingers curled around the fabric of her clothing, pulling it off. His eyebrow raised, and lips quirked, as if challenging her to do something.]
Now what?