She chokes back a whimper, forcing herself to stay still until the last button is undone. However, once he has it loosed, she quickly gets him on his back with a shove.
She steadies herself, arms braced on either side of his head, hovering close enough to brush his naked flesh with the silk of her camisole. Her eyes are dark, exhalations hot on his lips. She doesn't linger, however. Sliding down his body, she hits the floor long enough to toe her own boots off. She grunts impatiently as her trousers come off first, followed by her camisole, both ending up in a rumpled pile on the floor. She stretches across his legs to move her gun belt off the bed, laying it out on the chest at the foot.
And then she's back, hovering, spread out over his body like a warm blanket. Hair spilling over her shoulders; a golden corona. She indulges in the inticement of being so close to his lips, brushing her nose against his, leaving wet trails along his skin from her panting, like breadcrumbs connecting all her favorite paths. And, just when it looks like she's moving in to end the foreplay, she pulls back.
Eyes on his, she carefully climbs off his body and crawls back up the bed, laying herself out before him. Her chest is bare, save for a small silver charm hanging against her breastbone. Her lower half is covered by her silk knickers and stockings to her knees, held in place with lacy garters. The gold serpent anklet rests on the outside of her right stocking.
It's not an outfit soon to be seen in a dirty magazine, but Kate manages her own allure. Especially when, keeping eye contact, her hand skates over her belly to pointedly tug the satin bow on her knickers free.
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She steadies herself, arms braced on either side of his head, hovering close enough to brush his naked flesh with the silk of her camisole. Her eyes are dark, exhalations hot on his lips. She doesn't linger, however. Sliding down his body, she hits the floor long enough to toe her own boots off. She grunts impatiently as her trousers come off first, followed by her camisole, both ending up in a rumpled pile on the floor. She stretches across his legs to move her gun belt off the bed, laying it out on the chest at the foot.
And then she's back, hovering, spread out over his body like a warm blanket. Hair spilling over her shoulders; a golden corona. She indulges in the inticement of being so close to his lips, brushing her nose against his, leaving wet trails along his skin from her panting, like breadcrumbs connecting all her favorite paths. And, just when it looks like she's moving in to end the foreplay, she pulls back.
Eyes on his, she carefully climbs off his body and crawls back up the bed, laying herself out before him. Her chest is bare, save for a small silver charm hanging against her breastbone. Her lower half is covered by her silk knickers and stockings to her knees, held in place with lacy garters. The gold serpent anklet rests on the outside of her right stocking.
It's not an outfit soon to be seen in a dirty magazine, but Kate manages her own allure. Especially when, keeping eye contact, her hand skates over her belly to pointedly tug the satin bow on her knickers free.