He might not have thought it was remotely helpful that she kept her hands above his waist, but if she'd haven given in to the urge then, or now, when he was kissing her like he owned her and begging her to show him he belonged to her, he'd have been bare-assed, plowing her with her skirt around her hips, both of them growling and moaning for anyone to hear.
By the time he released her, both of them were wiping their mouths, grinning sharp and feral, with eyes glittering like predators stalking their prey, and for a good thirty seconds, she considered finding something to bend over to invite him to mount her like stallion to mare.
It wasn't what she wanted, or at least not all that she wanted, but it would've gone a long way to getting them there.
But he'd taken her hand by then and was leading her backward through the forest, his gaze devouring her with every step and lust throbbing where nothing but a good long fuck could ease it. Then the temptation was to teleport them, end this torment in the collision of wills and hips and mouths against the first flat surface her room provided.
The stronger part of her wanted to know what would come of another ten minutes walk, and so she resisted, but every so often got close enough to graze his skin with her fingertips or steal a quick kiss, or whisper something filthy in his ear, then dance away again, smirking when he growled or cursed or threatened for only her to hear.
Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
By the time he released her, both of them were wiping their mouths, grinning sharp and feral, with eyes glittering like predators stalking their prey, and for a good thirty seconds, she considered finding something to bend over to invite him to mount her like stallion to mare.
It wasn't what she wanted, or at least not all that she wanted, but it would've gone a long way to getting them there.
But he'd taken her hand by then and was leading her backward through the forest, his gaze devouring her with every step and lust throbbing where nothing but a good long fuck could ease it. Then the temptation was to teleport them, end this torment in the collision of wills and hips and mouths against the first flat surface her room provided.
The stronger part of her wanted to know what would come of another ten minutes walk, and so she resisted, but every so often got close enough to graze his skin with her fingertips or steal a quick kiss, or whisper something filthy in his ear, then dance away again, smirking when he growled or cursed or threatened for only her to hear.