[She draws in a sharp breath, nodding in agreement as she sits up just enough to take hold of the rustled hem of her tunic with both hands to pull it over her head, her figure elongated over him and offering an unhindered view of her full breasts and toned abdomen as she tosses it aside, letting it pool into a pile on the floor— the where of it doesn't matter all that much to her at the moment, considering.
She bends down to kiss him again, hair cascading against his shoulder, several shades darker and a sharp contrast to his own, curling her tongue into his mouth to taste him thoroughly as her nimble fingers find their way to his waistband once more, breast pressing against his chest through his sleepshirt as she reaches with both hands to ease his pants down over his hips.
She takes hold of his arousal as she frees him, her touch delicate and experimental to start, tracing along its length and lightly running her fingers across the tip before she curls her fingers around it in full, gently pulling it through her grasp in a full stroke from base to tip, giving an affectionate squeeze as the swollen head passes through her hand. The heat of him and the undeniable show of wanting makes her ache, embers growing hotter in her belly and lower places.]
How is that?
[Different than he remembers, she's sure, but that's rather the point of this, isn't it? Learning something new about one another as they each decide what they want.]
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She bends down to kiss him again, hair cascading against his shoulder, several shades darker and a sharp contrast to his own, curling her tongue into his mouth to taste him thoroughly as her nimble fingers find their way to his waistband once more, breast pressing against his chest through his sleepshirt as she reaches with both hands to ease his pants down over his hips.
She takes hold of his arousal as she frees him, her touch delicate and experimental to start, tracing along its length and lightly running her fingers across the tip before she curls her fingers around it in full, gently pulling it through her grasp in a full stroke from base to tip, giving an affectionate squeeze as the swollen head passes through her hand. The heat of him and the undeniable show of wanting makes her ache, embers growing hotter in her belly and lower places.]
How is that?
[Different than he remembers, she's sure, but that's rather the point of this, isn't it? Learning something new about one another as they each decide what they want.]