[ her hair slips free and unravels from the twist it'd been held in for most of the night, brushing against his arms and nearly reaching where his hand is still buried between her thighs. there's no perfume aside from the faint scent of lavender and eucalyptus from the oil that the stylist applied before working on her hair, though much of that scent is now overshadowed by smoke and the spice of his cologne. it tickles her nose but she finds she doesn't mind it, and certainly not when his other hand closes around her breast, pale skin and soft flesh spilling between his fingers. ]
More than I expected, [ she agrees on a sharp inhale, arching her back and pressing into his hands. ] But that's not very much, is it.
[ not that she has room to talk. the silk of her panties are soaked through from his attention, and if she shifts her hips just so, his fingers slip just beneath the hem to brush against her skin. clorinde's eyelids flutter, very nearly sagging against the warm solidity of his body as her hand closes over the one still cupping her chest, guiding it to the zipper at the back. ]
Inside. [ she turns her upper body, leaning up to catch his lips with hers in an open-mouthed kiss, a little longer than the one in the elevator. ] I think we've been patient enough.
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More than I expected, [ she agrees on a sharp inhale, arching her back and pressing into his hands. ] But that's not very much, is it.
[ not that she has room to talk. the silk of her panties are soaked through from his attention, and if she shifts her hips just so, his fingers slip just beneath the hem to brush against her skin. clorinde's eyelids flutter, very nearly sagging against the warm solidity of his body as her hand closes over the one still cupping her chest, guiding it to the zipper at the back. ]
Inside. [ she turns her upper body, leaning up to catch his lips with hers in an open-mouthed kiss, a little longer than the one in the elevator. ] I think we've been patient enough.