She sucks in a sharp little breath when she feels his nails scratching across her skin, and arches her back ever so slightly.
She opens her eyes as he starts talking, the sharp blue irises dark with excitement. For a moment she only searches out his face, letting his words settle over her like molasses. She shifts against it, mired and slow, sticky and warm.
He isn't shy, and for the first time tonight she loses a bit of her confidence. But only for a moment. She swallows to moisten her throat, and rolls her hips carefully to encourage his hands lower.
Shifting her knees underneath her, she hooks her thumbs in the waistband and encourages the silk down her thighs, past milky white scars and smooth skin, holding his eyes as she works to kick the fabric to the floor.
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She opens her eyes as he starts talking, the sharp blue irises dark with excitement. For a moment she only searches out his face, letting his words settle over her like molasses. She shifts against it, mired and slow, sticky and warm.
He isn't shy, and for the first time tonight she loses a bit of her confidence. But only for a moment. She swallows to moisten her throat, and rolls her hips carefully to encourage his hands lower.
Shifting her knees underneath her, she hooks her thumbs in the waistband and encourages the silk down her thighs, past milky white scars and smooth skin, holding his eyes as she works to kick the fabric to the floor.