The kiss is long and deep and he breaks it only with a gasp, pulling back to try and get some air into his lungs (lightweight… Ignoring her own pants, thank you very much) and very studiously not touching her the slightest bit.
…Mm.
This should be interesting.
“Well?” She asks him innocently, looking up at him through her eyelashes – aware that it is a pose that either makes her look helplessly beguiling or rather like a rabid dog.
He only stares at her for a long moment, eyes gone slightly dark (and she does love it when they do that).
And then lifts one of his hands from his side, slips his fingers into her mouth and waits for her to eagerly wet them with a certain glitter in his eyes.
Mm…
When he trails those fingers, lovely and wet and making her close her eyes against them, away from her mouth and down her throat she can’t quite help the gasp from bursting free – can only let it echo loud at his own shaky breath in reply.
He traces patterns on her collarbone for a moment, so softly that she can barely feel it.
And then, just as quickly as she loves, he drops to his knees – brings his other hand from his side to join the first one. Trailing down until he can cup her arched forward breasts, holding them for a happy second as her breath echoes ever so loudly yet again (and she might have a hand in that, she’ll happily admit).
She barely holds back a groan as he strokes his thumbs over her nipple, doesn’t even bother as he daringly leans forwards to pinch them and make stars explode behind her eyelids.
“Is this alright?” He still asks politely, but with a touch of a smirk on his face, as he rolls them between his fingertips.
“Christ, Tim…”
Ah, and that honest smirk is brilliant - as he gives her nipples one final roll and then sets them free. Continues to trail down her stomach, maybe quivering and straining a little towards his touch, in a way so light that her eyes have to fall shut yet again.
When he finally, teasingly, rubs his hands over her hipbones she may let a swearword hiss out underneath her breath – is sadly unrewarded as he only smirks up at her yet again and trails his fingers down her thighs, “everything alright?”
“Ah-“ she can only whisper, as his fingers reach her knees and stroke there for several long and very distracting moments.
“Thought so” …And he is obviously, and maybe a little wonderfully, enjoying this – as he moves on and downwards. Trailing over the barely there muscles of her calves before reaching her feet and rubbing there in slow, impossibly arousing movements.
Luckily, or maybe unluckily depending upon how the spine turning into jelly is perceived, he doesn’t spend long there – is soon moving up again, except this time taking the route of her inner leg. Up over her inner calves, tickling just slightly and making her squirm against her bonds. Briefly pausing at her knees again, rubbing there and drawing some faintly embarrassing breathy noises as he does. Onwards across her inner thighs, caressing the sensitive skin there and making her tense in anticipation…
And she doesn’t have to wait for long.
He slides his fingers, and she loves his fingers, in between her legs. Caresses the sensitive skin there for long, happy moments as she shudders back in her seat. Rubs there so sweetly that she can’t help but let a rumbling groan fall from her just slightly helpless mouth. Slides them up and down in such a wonderful way that she thinks she could never love him more…
And then he slips one in, and twists.
And, okay, as she yelps his name she supposes that her heart could probably expand a bit from it’s cold, blackened state – it wouldn’t be too much of a hardship, after all…
UNPROMPTED: Sitting Sunday, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [2/5]
…Mm.
This should be interesting.
“Well?” She asks him innocently, looking up at him through her eyelashes – aware that it is a pose that either makes her look helplessly beguiling or rather like a rabid dog.
He only stares at her for a long moment, eyes gone slightly dark (and she does love it when they do that).
And then lifts one of his hands from his side, slips his fingers into her mouth and waits for her to eagerly wet them with a certain glitter in his eyes.
Mm…
When he trails those fingers, lovely and wet and making her close her eyes against them, away from her mouth and down her throat she can’t quite help the gasp from bursting free – can only let it echo loud at his own shaky breath in reply.
He traces patterns on her collarbone for a moment, so softly that she can barely feel it.
And then, just as quickly as she loves, he drops to his knees – brings his other hand from his side to join the first one. Trailing down until he can cup her arched forward breasts, holding them for a happy second as her breath echoes ever so loudly yet again (and she might have a hand in that, she’ll happily admit).
She barely holds back a groan as he strokes his thumbs over her nipple, doesn’t even bother as he daringly leans forwards to pinch them and make stars explode behind her eyelids.
“Is this alright?” He still asks politely, but with a touch of a smirk on his face, as he rolls them between his fingertips.
“Christ, Tim…”
Ah, and that honest smirk is brilliant - as he gives her nipples one final roll and then sets them free. Continues to trail down her stomach, maybe quivering and straining a little towards his touch, in a way so light that her eyes have to fall shut yet again.
When he finally, teasingly, rubs his hands over her hipbones she may let a swearword hiss out underneath her breath – is sadly unrewarded as he only smirks up at her yet again and trails his fingers down her thighs, “everything alright?”
“Ah-“ she can only whisper, as his fingers reach her knees and stroke there for several long and very distracting moments.
“Thought so” …And he is obviously, and maybe a little wonderfully, enjoying this – as he moves on and downwards. Trailing over the barely there muscles of her calves before reaching her feet and rubbing there in slow, impossibly arousing movements.
Luckily, or maybe unluckily depending upon how the spine turning into jelly is perceived, he doesn’t spend long there – is soon moving up again, except this time taking the route of her inner leg. Up over her inner calves, tickling just slightly and making her squirm against her bonds. Briefly pausing at her knees again, rubbing there and drawing some faintly embarrassing breathy noises as he does. Onwards across her inner thighs, caressing the sensitive skin there and making her tense in anticipation…
And she doesn’t have to wait for long.
He slides his fingers, and she loves his fingers, in between her legs. Caresses the sensitive skin there for long, happy moments as she shudders back in her seat. Rubs there so sweetly that she can’t help but let a rumbling groan fall from her just slightly helpless mouth. Slides them up and down in such a wonderful way that she thinks she could never love him more…
And then he slips one in, and twists.
And, okay, as she yelps his name she supposes that her heart could probably expand a bit from it’s cold, blackened state – it wouldn’t be too much of a hardship, after all…