[ That night they'd shared together seems a hell of a lot farther back than she'd like to admit, and the more he drags his hands over her skin, teases and prods playfully, affectionately at her, the more she realizes how much she's missed it. Not just the sex, or the promise of it - something in the warmth of his touch, the way he looks at her.
Not to mention that he somehow seems to know just how to touch her to really get her going. Her nipples respond immediately to his teasing, hard against his fingertips as she shifts her hips to grind harder into his thigh.
Hand still giving him slow, easy strokes through his pants, she leans down to press another kiss to his lips, slow and sweet and lingering as she slips her hand between his pants and his underwear. Slightly less friction now that the cotton's out of the way, but just enough of a barrier to keep teasing him, squeezing gently at his balls, stroking up and down his length. ]
no subject
Not to mention that he somehow seems to know just how to touch her to really get her going. Her nipples respond immediately to his teasing, hard against his fingertips as she shifts her hips to grind harder into his thigh.
Hand still giving him slow, easy strokes through his pants, she leans down to press another kiss to his lips, slow and sweet and lingering as she slips her hand between his pants and his underwear. Slightly less friction now that the cotton's out of the way, but just enough of a barrier to keep teasing him, squeezing gently at his balls, stroking up and down his length. ]