[ Easy, she can work with. He's playing nice, keeping his hands mostly to himself and letting her fully take the lead. She appreciates that, in most people but especially in men, if she's honest. She's used to brusque and barking voices, used to street toughs walking the lanes like wolves on the prowl, think that she's just another meal. It took a lot of time, a lot of bruises, a lot of nights spent bandaging her knuckles and straightening her nose to remove that idea from the bulk of the population.
But this? This she can work with. He's good, and he's kind of sweat, and she's not oblivious to the fact that he's absolutely gorgeous, either. His muscles are well-sculpted, and his eyes warm, and his jaw sharp, and frankly, it's all a bit excessive, isn't it? But she can work with that.
Easy. Yeah, she can work with easy.
And giving, too. He kisses her back hard, like he's dying for it, and she likes that well enough, likes being wanted and appreciated. Her fingers stay tangled in his hair for the moment, nails raking a little more sharply across his scalp as she lets out a slightly surprised grunt. It turns quickly into a hot sigh, her tongue lashing at his as she pushes for more.
More, yes, more sounds good. How much? She's not sure, but she's bent over right now, and he's practically leaning down for her, and that can't be the most comfortable. So she'll take a short cut. Maybe this won't be comfortable at first, either, but she places one hand on his shoulder and hooks her leg out suddenly, catches him behind the calf and drags his leg out from under him at the same time she pushes forward. Yeah, she'll just deposit herself in his lap as he falls back. He's big, he can handle it. ]
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But this? This she can work with. He's good, and he's kind of sweat, and she's not oblivious to the fact that he's absolutely gorgeous, either. His muscles are well-sculpted, and his eyes warm, and his jaw sharp, and frankly, it's all a bit excessive, isn't it? But she can work with that.
Easy. Yeah, she can work with easy.
And giving, too. He kisses her back hard, like he's dying for it, and she likes that well enough, likes being wanted and appreciated. Her fingers stay tangled in his hair for the moment, nails raking a little more sharply across his scalp as she lets out a slightly surprised grunt. It turns quickly into a hot sigh, her tongue lashing at his as she pushes for more.
More, yes, more sounds good. How much? She's not sure, but she's bent over right now, and he's practically leaning down for her, and that can't be the most comfortable. So she'll take a short cut. Maybe this won't be comfortable at first, either, but she places one hand on his shoulder and hooks her leg out suddenly, catches him behind the calf and drags his leg out from under him at the same time she pushes forward. Yeah, she'll just deposit herself in his lap as he falls back. He's big, he can handle it. ]