[ The laughter relaxes her. Tension bleeds out of her shoulders, warmth trickling into her spine, pooling between her thighs. She doesn't lean back in to kiss him right away. He's distracted her. His hands are coarse with work, just like hers. Older than his boyish face would suggest. And her breasts have always been sensitive.
She whimpers out a grateful sound, spine arching to press herself into his hand. Her cheeks are pinker for his teasing, and some of that flush also spreads across her sternum. But claiming this was all the result of his touch alone would be a lie. It's a cursory exploration, at best. But his words, and the way he looks at her. Like she's something precious.
She throws her shirt across the room. ]
Tell me I can touch you. [ That's maybe more direct problem solving, without disparaging her own significance. Permission means that she won't overstep what he's willing to give. She gives another little rock of her hips, then finally leans forward to kiss him again, messier this time. All saliva sticking to her lips. ]
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She whimpers out a grateful sound, spine arching to press herself into his hand. Her cheeks are pinker for his teasing, and some of that flush also spreads across her sternum. But claiming this was all the result of his touch alone would be a lie. It's a cursory exploration, at best. But his words, and the way he looks at her. Like she's something precious.
She throws her shirt across the room. ]
Tell me I can touch you. [ That's maybe more direct problem solving, without disparaging her own significance. Permission means that she won't overstep what he's willing to give. She gives another little rock of her hips, then finally leans forward to kiss him again, messier this time. All saliva sticking to her lips. ]