[ Honestly it's flattering enough to see how he wants her that she doesn't begrudge him his clueless slowness. It's not quite cute, but it's charming in its own right the way he begins scrambling. By contrast, Kira draws up patiently, with the air of a hunter, to help him get his shirt over his head. She tosses it over her shoulder. ]
Let me.
[ It is not a request. She gets to her knees before him and slaps his hands away from his belt so she can remove it. It clangs on the floor of the cabin when she drops it and then opens up his pants to start unfastening them, dragging them down his hips. She isn't gentle about it. There's no coaxing. Only a blunt, honest yank that pulls his hips up off the bunk so she can get him free of his pants and underwear.
She doesn't bother with them past his mid-thigh, distracted by his exposed erection. Her eyes go wide, pupils eating away at more of her iris. For a moment all she can think is how desperately she wants to climb him like a tree and rut against him until she chases that friction over the edge to climax. Instead, she opts to experiment while she's got him with his cock out.
Leaning over him, she spits straight onto the head of his cock, a thick blob of saliva that dangles off a thin strand that runs back to her lips until she brings up her fist to start smoothing it over his cock. Then she looks up at him, admiring the vantage. It's better lubrication, too, to let her spit dribble straight on him instead of rubbing around on her hand first, which then needed to fuss around inside his pants and probably wipe some off in the process. It's a smooth glide, and she has better range of motion to squeeze and pump along his shaft. ]
no subject
Let me.
[ It is not a request. She gets to her knees before him and slaps his hands away from his belt so she can remove it. It clangs on the floor of the cabin when she drops it and then opens up his pants to start unfastening them, dragging them down his hips. She isn't gentle about it. There's no coaxing. Only a blunt, honest yank that pulls his hips up off the bunk so she can get him free of his pants and underwear.
She doesn't bother with them past his mid-thigh, distracted by his exposed erection. Her eyes go wide, pupils eating away at more of her iris. For a moment all she can think is how desperately she wants to climb him like a tree and rut against him until she chases that friction over the edge to climax. Instead, she opts to experiment while she's got him with his cock out.
Leaning over him, she spits straight onto the head of his cock, a thick blob of saliva that dangles off a thin strand that runs back to her lips until she brings up her fist to start smoothing it over his cock. Then she looks up at him, admiring the vantage. It's better lubrication, too, to let her spit dribble straight on him instead of rubbing around on her hand first, which then needed to fuss around inside his pants and probably wipe some off in the process. It's a smooth glide, and she has better range of motion to squeeze and pump along his shaft. ]