bakerstreet | Make a Move

Technically, yes... But I think you'd look much more provocative without yours than I do.

[His hand moved down along her strap, sliding around the sides of her breasts until he could slip a finger up under the elastic band in the middle of her chest.]

Might need a little, ah, help.

--Oh, right.

[He'd never disrobed a woman before. Especially not one in a bathing suit. Maybe she was lucky that men's clothing was so simple, compared.

Not that a bandeau was hard, but... it was a little tight.

She sat up a little more, crossed her arms in front of her, and took hold of the sides of the top. She was really going to do this. First time. And someone - someone she really, really liked - was going to see her half naked. It was a momentary case of the butterflies to quell, but then she sighed out a breath that ruffled his hair and pulled up. No real challenge. Just elastic stretching, lifting away, and leaving her bare as she dropped the pink top onto the mattress beside them.]

[He hoped she didn't get offended that his eyes dropped from hers down to her bared breasts for a moment. He took in the sight of her sitting on him like that, half naked with ruffled hair and that expression on her face as she dropped the top.]

You really are stunning.

[The flush of her arousal reached to the tops of her breasts, something she'd never been sure if she liked or not. But she had liked that they were proportional. Even. She even liked the rosy colour of her nipples, even if she was still undecided on how they looked hard, as they were now. Hard and pointed and sensitive, and now, lacking the cloth covering, susceptible to the light breeze that moved through their cave from time to time.]

So are you. I have to remind myself not to stare.

[Slowly, his hands moved up along her sides, thumbs grazing under the swell of each of her breasts as he felt the softness of them for the first time.]

I don't mind you staring. I don't mind you touching, either. I think I'm pretty much okay with you doing anything you want.

[Still with his eyes on her to see how okay with it she was, one of his hands moved, coming up to cup her breast fully, letting his thumb glide over one of those perky little nipples and feeling a flush of heat knowing that he was actually touching her breast. And it felt good.]

[If he needed encouragement, maybe he'd find it in the pleasured sound she made. Or maybe the way she arched her back into his touch. Oh, wow, that was different when it was someone else's hand...]

Curve of your back. Your waist and your shoulders. I want to learn every inch...

[Her voice had gone low and breathy, her eyes half-closed. She did have a lot to learn, but the lessons were going to be so much fun.]

All yours.

[His other hand lifted to do the same to the neglected breast, hefting both of them and feeling the weight there, then letting his thumbs slide back and forth over her nipples. Funny how feeling hers hard like that had made his own pebble, but damned if she didn't look like some exotic tropical goddess like this, and he was okay with that.]

When I'm not-- Mmmh, Steve...!

[When she wasn't thoroughly distracted by his hands, maybe. His thumbs over her nipples had her breath catching in fits and starts, had her moaning and throwing her head back because that feeling just seared through her. Her hips even pressed harder down against his, rocking a slow, deliberate movement, her softness against his erection. Maybe this was proof that with the right person, things just fit.]

[He didn't mind that at all. He wasn't in any rush. For all he cared, they could spend the next half day with him just learning the curves of her breasts, watching her nipples stiffen up from a light touch and feeling the difference in texture from the smoother, paler skin beside it.]

[There was some sort of sound like 'ohhh,' and she leaned into his hands. It was all she could do for a time there to keep herself from going limp against him. Super senses. Who knew that touch would be among them?

Small, familial touches, she'd gotten used to. Holding hands, hugging, kisses on the cheek. Even making out. But ... wow. This. This was...

How could she have even guessed she'd need to prepare for this?]

...I might be able to orgasm from that.

[The realisation hit in a rush. Too fast and too sudden for her to censor herself. No, the words had just spilled out as she leaned there, wide-eyed.]

[He paused for a moment, then smiled a little brighter, thumb moving intentionally in a slow circle around her nipple.]

Is that something you... want to do? Because I'm more than happy to see if that's... I mean, if that's possible.

I don't want to without you.

[She was almost whining, but maybe, just maybe, her point was made clear by how she moved against him with the touch of his thumb. She wasn't so naive as to think that couples always 'peaked' at the same time like in books, but she didn't want to leave him hanging, either.]

[A soft laugh, then, his eyes lighting up as he picked up on that intent.]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but can't women enjoy themselves more... frequently than men? Couldn't you enjoy yourself a few times before I... joined you?

Mm, I don't know. I've never tried.

[But now that he'd mentioned it, she wondered. Was that just human women or was it all women? She'd never had reason to think about it before.]

Would you... like to?

[Because if there was one thing Steve was up for at the moment, it was pleasing her. Seeing if she had any limits in that area and learning all he could about what Kryptonian women liked and how he could best facilitate that.]

Mm, but what if I can't?

[Then she'd just feel bad. But... But, there was a little bit of her that felt greedy. And willing to try. She just had to talk herself into it a little. And promise herself that, if she couldn't, well, she'd make it just as good for him. Period.]

[He hummed a little in thought as he let his hands knead at her breasts again.]

What if you can?

[Ridiculously simple counterargument, but hey...]

[A quick, deep inhale and she exhaled the words--]

Ohhh, you're not fair.

[Amazing how effective that argument was. But there was still just enough thought in her for a touch of revenge. Revenge in the form of dragging her thumbs across his nipples, to see how he liked it.

She hoped he liked it.]

[... He liked it. He bit his lip, hissing in a breath as he returned the favor, moving forefinger and thumb to take gentle hold of her nipple and give it a little tug.]

Oh, I never said I'd play fair.

[There was nothing she could say to that - just a soft, wordless sound of pure pleasure as her back arched, pushing her breasts out for more attention. Oh, he wasn't fair at all, and she liked it. Maybe some of those girls who liked bad boys had a little bit of a point. ...Depending on when those boys were bad, anyway.]

[He watched her moving over him, that little arch and show of pleasure and he felt himself get hotter still. God, she was perfect, wasn't she? All smooth skin and honey blonde hair. That flush over her cheeks was downright erotic, and he couldn't figure out where he wanted his eyes to stay.]

[Perfect or not, right then, she was his. His to do with as he wanted, her hands holding her up for him to explore, her hair falling around her shoulders - there was no hiding. Just a soft beg.]

Steve... Please.

Can I...

[He shifted, moving to sit up with her still in his lap, nuzzling a kiss up under her jaw as he felt his heart still pounding in his chest.]

Is it okay if I... I mean, can I use my mouth?

Yes! --I mean. I mean yes, Rao, yes, please.

[Her hand slid up his back now that she could - his wonderful, muscular, sculpted, so sweetly curved back that sometime, maybe later, maybe tomorrow, was going to kiss her way down because that curve at his lower back to his hips was a work of art.

As he kissed her, she tipped her head back, giving him all the room he could want for whatever he wanted to do.]

[He could feel the flush on his own cheeks as he nuzzled further downward, lips dragging over skin that tasted like her and the ocean. Then he paused, a curious look on his face as he looked up at her.]

Rao? Who's, uh...

[It kind of sounded like she was calling someone else's name out.]

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And then I crashed early. Sorry. >>

No worries - I had a busy day today, so the (somewhat) sensible bedtime helped.

Hah, depends on your timezone, I guess.

That's true. Eastern over here.

PST here. Whoops

Every time I see PST, I think 'ooh, a secret'. I'm weird.

psssst, you are weird. Pass it on. =D

Hehe

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