[oh. yes. pulls her to him the rest of the way, pressing their fronts together. he's broadly built, even though he's thin. not a tall muscular, but warm.]
[She gasps softly, leaning into him, basking in his warmth.
She goes to put her hand on his thigh while she adjusts her legs around him but is only half paying attention, looking up at him and... it slides between his legs instead.]
[he. spreads his thighs a little, giving her room. touching like this makes clear that there is No Dick Here, but the cloth is starting to move easier, his underwear getting slick. he's looping his arms around her shoulders.]
Ahaha... I... wasn't always. It took me quite a while to feel confident in that-- well. People would even want to be with me like this...
[Serenity had wondered earlier but-- now she's fairly certain. And now she has a better idea of how to touch him, shifting her fingers to slide along the slickest area. Putting just a little more pressure.]
Um. Yeah... intimately... because-- well. No. I... try not to think like that anymore. If the people I like are interested in me then that's more than enough.
[She continues to stroke with purpose, matching the roll of his hips.]
[Her eyes widen a fraction, before she gives herself to the kiss entirely. She lets him express and just... lets herself feel, before returning it with that same passion.]
[Though her fingers are itching, she wants to be patient. It's his turn to touch. Her body is like putty in his hands; soft gasps and sighs slipping into their kiss.]
Don't worry-- [Up on her tip-toes to kiss his cheek.] That can wait. I'll make up a box for you to take back with you and you can share it with the others.
[Then she hops down and gives him a gentle tug, leading him by hand to the bedroom; equally soft and lavish as the previous room.]
[She gently takes her hand from his. Putting on a show isn't easy for her. She has to remind herself to take it slow and not get too flustered. So she starts teasingly enough by loosening the collar and slipping her panties down off her hips, stepping out of them.]
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She goes to put her hand on his thigh while she adjusts her legs around him but is only half paying attention, looking up at him and... it slides between his legs instead.]
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[HE'S BEET RED AGAIN!
there is noooo sign of an erection but he's gasping, biting his lip, eyes wide.]
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Um... is... [Taking a breath-- before looking back to him for permission.] Is it okay? Can I...?
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[glancing away, then- making himself make eye contact.]
Yeah. You can.
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[She gently rubs her fingers against the fabric.]
The sound you made earlier... was really nice. It makes me want to hear more.
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You're so bold...
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[Serenity had wondered earlier but-- now she's fairly certain. And now she has a better idea of how to touch him, shifting her fingers to slide along the slickest area. Putting just a little more pressure.]
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[confused but breath hitching, his hips shifting a little to meet that pressure.]
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[She continues to stroke with purpose, matching the roll of his hips.]
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Can we... move? I want to look at you.
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I CALL BULLSHIT, SIR.]
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[She reaches for his hand again, lacing their fingers together before untangling herself from him.]
The bedroom is just over here.
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Sounds good. Sorry about your hard work, but...
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[Then she hops down and gives him a gentle tug, leading him by hand to the bedroom; equally soft and lavish as the previous room.]
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[oh excellent. squeezing her hand and tugging her to the bed.]
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[She stops at the edge of the bed.]
Right now though, you have me all to yourself. So it's okay if you want to be a little greedy first. Whatever you want... you can tell me.
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[voice soft but heavy.]
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[She gently takes her hand from his. Putting on a show isn't easy for her. She has to remind herself to take it slow and not get too flustered. So she starts teasingly enough by loosening the collar and slipping her panties down off her hips, stepping out of them.]
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