[All the better a little pliability can go a long way. Even more so when staring in the face of someone like her. She's every bit as deadly as she is gentle and careful. And while its best not think about the things these hands have done, it's also just as easy to find ones self in a simple sort of awe that hands like hers can be so soft. A tender caress of more than capable hand, taking in all the tell-tale cues she gets from everything she can take in of his. His expression. Patterns of breathing. The subtle changes in his pulse. The shift in the entire atmosphere between them.
No. No. Don't renew caution now please don't. Because his hand is warm as it skims over her skin, it's warm enough to raise goosebumps along the flesh it's come in contact with and make the muscles in her stomach jump with anticipation Jim the path just a head of it. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying it slightly. His hand on her thigh, drifting along it.
Don't be afraid of her. She's just a woman who wants him. Her body reaction in much the same way as his, though she ignores the sound of her own heart to focus on just him. So don't worry. Not when his fingers are so deliciously close. Please don't. Okay? Just let go.
She moves her leg.. Just enough, and eager little move to open up. To give a little more room, and hey, maybe it's a little needy, but fuck it she's a touch desperate for a little contact. He is the one currently getting pretty much all of the attention and she can't have that. So, it's a subtle things, the little ones she does without any thought. A slight lifting of her hips, or a little drifting lean toward his hand. She smirks, a tiny little lift of the corners of her lips, before she grabs his hand with her free one and guides it back, her fingers curling his and then moving away. She's warmer there than anywhere else, a constant humid warmth that flairs at the first little brush of his fingers, and shows the first little signs of any sort of weakness in her carefully constructed armor that she surrounds herself with.]
I read that as applesauce.
No. No. Don't renew caution now please don't. Because his hand is warm as it skims over her skin, it's warm enough to raise goosebumps along the flesh it's come in contact with and make the muscles in her stomach jump with anticipation Jim the path just a head of it. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying it slightly. His hand on her thigh, drifting along it.
Don't be afraid of her. She's just a woman who wants him. Her body reaction in much the same way as his, though she ignores the sound of her own heart to focus on just him. So don't worry. Not when his fingers are so deliciously close. Please don't. Okay? Just let go.
She moves her leg.. Just enough, and eager little move to open up. To give a little more room, and hey, maybe it's a little needy, but fuck it she's a touch desperate for a little contact. He is the one currently getting pretty much all of the attention and she can't have that. So, it's a subtle things, the little ones she does without any thought. A slight lifting of her hips, or a little drifting lean toward his hand. She smirks, a tiny little lift of the corners of her lips, before she grabs his hand with her free one and guides it back, her fingers curling his and then moving away. She's warmer there than anywhere else, a constant humid warmth that flairs at the first little brush of his fingers, and shows the first little signs of any sort of weakness in her carefully constructed armor that she surrounds herself with.]