An easy move in for another kiss, a touch more urgent and just a little more forceful, her hand sliding down his stomach, passed coarse curls to curl around his definitely not soft cock. She follows the careful grip with a twist of her hips, pushing him down from the top so she settles over him. Laid stretched out over him, she lifts her hip just enough to make room for her hand to slide up and down his length.
If there was any doubt at all of intentions, she sure as fuck hope she's cleared those up. Now, it's a matter of deciding if he intends to stay like this, which, while acceptable, will possible at some point find her having to break the skin to skin contact and sit up a little straighter. Should he be inclined to flip them, she won't argue, it might, in fact, prove to be a preferable solution to that pesky needing to stay warm issue.
However, at the moment she's inclined to stay just like she is, because between his dick and her, is her hand and while it's not exactly the best form of stimulation, she's fully capable of making it work, to a point.
Inhaling a breath, a little gasp, as she breaks off the kiss, she looks down at him, her hair framing her face, her eyes moving over his face with interest, taking cues and watching for any signs of disapproval. He has her attention just as much as she probably has his right now.
Let the games begin! Because we all know how easy it is to answer questions and be given commands when a deadly assassin has your cock in her hand.]
Wanna give me a hand or would you rather I do all the work myself?
[There you go, now he knows what he can do with the hand he was trying to think of a creative use for.]
========*** /blows it out :D
An easy move in for another kiss, a touch more urgent and just a little more forceful, her hand sliding down his stomach, passed coarse curls to curl around his definitely not soft cock. She follows the careful grip with a twist of her hips, pushing him down from the top so she settles over him. Laid stretched out over him, she lifts her hip just enough to make room for her hand to slide up and down his length.
If there was any doubt at all of intentions, she sure as fuck hope she's cleared those up. Now, it's a matter of deciding if he intends to stay like this, which, while acceptable, will possible at some point find her having to break the skin to skin contact and sit up a little straighter. Should he be inclined to flip them, she won't argue, it might, in fact, prove to be a preferable solution to that pesky needing to stay warm issue.
However, at the moment she's inclined to stay just like she is, because between his dick and her, is her hand and while it's not exactly the best form of stimulation, she's fully capable of making it work, to a point.
Inhaling a breath, a little gasp, as she breaks off the kiss, she looks down at him, her hair framing her face, her eyes moving over his face with interest, taking cues and watching for any signs of disapproval. He has her attention just as much as she probably has his right now.
Let the games begin! Because we all know how easy it is to answer questions and be given commands when a deadly assassin has your cock in her hand.]
Wanna give me a hand or would you rather I do all the work myself?
[There you go, now he knows what he can do with the hand he was trying to think of a creative use for.]