Oh, she likes that. She likes that a lot, and instead of responding right away, she keeps doing what she's doing while her hands slide back down his front to find the bottom of his shirt to work it up as far as she can without him lifting his arms to help.
"Would it be crueller if I just wanted to look at you?" she asks, head still bent close enough that the ends of her hair brush his newly bared skin, and she blows softly over the wet spot she just left, cooling what she heated.
"Finish taking care of that shirt for me, will you?" she asks, trailing back around in front of him. "It's obstructing my view."
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Date: 2024-12-09 08:21 pm (UTC)"Would it be crueller if I just wanted to look at you?" she asks, head still bent close enough that the ends of her hair brush his newly bared skin, and she blows softly over the wet spot she just left, cooling what she heated.
"Finish taking care of that shirt for me, will you?" she asks, trailing back around in front of him. "It's obstructing my view."