The corset gone from her, the same softness present at her breast leads into the swell at her ribs before the sweet slope of her waist follows― a perfect place for his palm to sit, he might find― before the width of her plush hips, the coy place where her lap meets his own. Adeline presses nearer to him as the restricting garment falls away from her, left in her shift; feeling barely there as she does so, caught between the little playful plush of her tummy and her thighs now, making no hindrance to the warmth pressed against his lap.
And she does press closer, even still, letting her curious little hands guide his coat from him, beginning on the buttons of his shirtfront, each traded for a small token of a kiss― wherever she might reach, stealing closer to his mouth, a welcome distraction. A giggly breath, a moan precedes her speech, feeling the girlish thrill of arousal spill into her with each press of his mouth to her skin, wherever it may choose to land.
"―Speak, Connor," is her playful command, both teasing, beckoning as well as sweetly proud. Two dainty hands find the bare of his chest, pressing against him, crawling up to his collarbones as she mimics his prior action― her lips to his throat, first coyly chaste, then blooming open with heat. "Mmh― do not spare me your thoughts!"
Her teasing nature continued to reveal itself as she undressed him― her touch sinking lower, pressing closer to him as she made quick work of his buttons― though the same hands hesitate, knowingly, above his belt. She won't offer him too much comfort yet.
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Date: 2019-09-30 12:23 pm (UTC)And she does press closer, even still, letting her curious little hands guide his coat from him, beginning on the buttons of his shirtfront, each traded for a small token of a kiss― wherever she might reach, stealing closer to his mouth, a welcome distraction. A giggly breath, a moan precedes her speech, feeling the girlish thrill of arousal spill into her with each press of his mouth to her skin, wherever it may choose to land.
"―Speak, Connor," is her playful command, both teasing, beckoning as well as sweetly proud. Two dainty hands find the bare of his chest, pressing against him, crawling up to his collarbones as she mimics his prior action― her lips to his throat, first coyly chaste, then blooming open with heat. "Mmh― do not spare me your thoughts!"
Her teasing nature continued to reveal itself as she undressed him― her touch sinking lower, pressing closer to him as she made quick work of his buttons― though the same hands hesitate, knowingly, above his belt. She won't offer him too much comfort yet.