[He's rewarded with little hums and catches in her breath, and her nails dig into the sides of his neck, a seismograph charting her pleasure. She's almost dizzy with arousal.
Will you stay? What a stupid question. (Though it's good that he's asking, not demanding.) As if she'd walk out of the apartment with this ache between her legs, go home and take care of it herself. Masturbation has its time and place, and right now is neither.
One hand reaches down to grab his and slide it from her hips to the exposed skin of her lower back. Silent encouragement for his hands to roam and answer to his question.
I should've worn a different bra, idly crosses her mind. By habit she'd put on her granny bra (the traditional bindings of the Water Tribe, little more than bandages, and different from her preferred undershirt, a style she'd picked up from the White Lotus). It's hardly the sexiest undergarment in the world. Then again, it probably won't be on her much longer anyway.]
Sunday! \^^/
Will you stay? What a stupid question. (Though it's good that he's asking, not demanding.) As if she'd walk out of the apartment with this ache between her legs, go home and take care of it herself. Masturbation has its time and place, and right now is neither.
One hand reaches down to grab his and slide it from her hips to the exposed skin of her lower back. Silent encouragement for his hands to roam and answer to his question.
I should've worn a different bra, idly crosses her mind. By habit she'd put on her granny bra (the traditional bindings of the Water Tribe, little more than bandages, and different from her preferred undershirt, a style she'd picked up from the White Lotus). It's hardly the sexiest undergarment in the world. Then again, it probably won't be on her much longer anyway.]