No, not cold at all. Things are definitely heating up nicely.
[She might still be a little breathless, more so from the anticipation of taking this a step further. She hums an approving sound as she slides against him shifting up his body, just enough to align them properly.
A simple little movement, graceful and almost effortless. She pauses there, just barely rocking against him, the tip of his cock pushing against her, her slick opening stretching around the blunt tip- then the almost satisfaction is gone, replaced with a breath of eager longing before she rocks back against him again. With each return she accepts a little more-
then a little more--
She claims his lips with hers again, a hard hungry kiss, full of teeth and eager breaths. Then she slowly sinks down on him; wet, warm and tight, she huffs against his mouth and pulls back to watch him for a moment.
Blinking down at him, she holds him there not moving- not yet- inviting him to either wait for her to decide it's time to move or grip her by the hips, well, make her. It's almost a challenge. A tiny little battle of wills. Has he let go of his hesitation enough now to take matters into his own hands? Or does she still have a little work to do?
Her head drops to his neck her lips sliding over the flushed flesh there, then down his chest- hitting pattern of his scars with soft kisses and an occasional drag of teeth or flick of her tongue.]
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[She might still be a little breathless, more so from the anticipation of taking this a step further. She hums an approving sound as she slides against him shifting up his body, just enough to align them properly.
A simple little movement, graceful and almost effortless. She pauses there, just barely rocking against him, the tip of his cock pushing against her, her slick opening stretching around the blunt tip- then the almost satisfaction is gone, replaced with a breath of eager longing before she rocks back against him again. With each return she accepts a little more-
then a little more--
She claims his lips with hers again, a hard hungry kiss, full of teeth and eager breaths. Then she slowly sinks down on him; wet, warm and tight, she huffs against his mouth and pulls back to watch him for a moment.
Blinking down at him, she holds him there not moving- not yet- inviting him to either wait for her to decide it's time to move or grip her by the hips, well, make her. It's almost a challenge. A tiny little battle of wills. Has he let go of his hesitation enough now to take matters into his own hands? Or does she still have a little work to do?
Her head drops to his neck her lips sliding over the flushed flesh there, then down his chest- hitting pattern of his scars with soft kisses and an occasional drag of teeth or flick of her tongue.]