"Is that so?" Ada inquires, as if such knowledge is a perfect surprise to her― ears perking over her head, brows risen― though the facade fades at the graze of his teeth, bursting into a bout of giggles. "―ah! Mmh― oh, you can't possibly be too surprised, could you? What surprises me is how seemingly capable you are at doing so yourself."
Her touch is a light, grazing thing; she trails up his stomach to brush ever so gently over his ribs, as if savouring the new width of bare skin available to her. She continues to press kisses to his neck, moving southward, each losing a little more restraint― until the heat of her mouth is at his throat, along a chosen collarbone. The way back up is much quicker, once or twice giving a fond glance against his skin with her lips before pausing to kiss behind his ear.
"―you're more sensitive than I expected," She murmurs there, catching his earlobe between her lips. "I can already feel you against me! Oh, it was cruel of me to doubt your... capabilities."
He can feel her grin, her touch sweeping to press against his midriff, just above his belt― feeling his own push over the plush of her thighs, where her stockings are tied with ribbon. Though only with her fingertips, she does brush teasingly against some of the tautness beneath his belt, shifting up and against him to steal her hand between. It's borderline, a touch of cruel teasing, but she makes up for it in measure with fond hands in his hair.
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Date: 2019-10-01 04:39 am (UTC)Her touch is a light, grazing thing; she trails up his stomach to brush ever so gently over his ribs, as if savouring the new width of bare skin available to her. She continues to press kisses to his neck, moving southward, each losing a little more restraint― until the heat of her mouth is at his throat, along a chosen collarbone. The way back up is much quicker, once or twice giving a fond glance against his skin with her lips before pausing to kiss behind his ear.
"―you're more sensitive than I expected," She murmurs there, catching his earlobe between her lips. "I can already feel you against me! Oh, it was cruel of me to doubt your... capabilities."
He can feel her grin, her touch sweeping to press against his midriff, just above his belt― feeling his own push over the plush of her thighs, where her stockings are tied with ribbon. Though only with her fingertips, she does brush teasingly against some of the tautness beneath his belt, shifting up and against him to steal her hand between. It's borderline, a touch of cruel teasing, but she makes up for it in measure with fond hands in his hair.