[His kisses light something in her. Taking the heat spooling in her veins and twisting it tighter, dragging it out to coil in her stomach, thrumming through her. Oh she's going to climb this man like a god damn tree if this is how good just kissing him properly feels. She hits the desk; solid wood against her and then he's meeting the pressure of the wood behind her with the heat and hard line of his own body and she groans, a soft little thing that aches as it tumbles out of her mouth.
The noises don't stop as he continues the slow rock of his hips and there's a sharp whine added in every time she finally gets a bit of the friction her body is craving.]
That's what I'm saying [She agrees, and when his hands find her jean's button and zipper she bats them away only so she can do it in his stead (better angle, obviously), and she takes a second to shed out of them, kicking them away. Her hands go to her top next, tugging it up and off, tossing it somewhere near the jeans--leaving her against the desk in nothing but a pair of black underwear--low cut, but otherwise plain, more on the side of practical than sexy, and an equally unassuming bra.
She shivers, not from the cold for once, but just because of the play of air on her oversensitive skin]
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The noises don't stop as he continues the slow rock of his hips and there's a sharp whine added in every time she finally gets a bit of the friction her body is craving.]
That's what I'm saying [She agrees, and when his hands find her jean's button and zipper she bats them away only so she can do it in his stead (better angle, obviously), and she takes a second to shed out of them, kicking them away. Her hands go to her top next, tugging it up and off, tossing it somewhere near the jeans--leaving her against the desk in nothing but a pair of black underwear--low cut, but otherwise plain, more on the side of practical than sexy, and an equally unassuming bra.
She shivers, not from the cold for once, but just because of the play of air on her oversensitive skin]