[ she goes slowly like it still gives a chance to reconsider it, but there's nothing in her eyes, in meeting subtle gazes, that suggest she's having second thoughts. if anything, it makes her only more certain about what she's looking for here, and though she'd be more primed for something quick and dirty, to just shut away the vocal exchanges and get his pants down now for an eager fast fuck, she kind of likes the talk.
when she reaches to the bottom of his shirt, both sides now freely open, she reels herself in closer by the encouragement of his hands at her hips, at the tease of his brushing fingers. she slides her own hands beneath the parted fabric, sloping her palms against his skin.
for as much as she jokes about fondling, she does offer a slow caress over his chest, peering up at him with a grin as she leans in close to his lips without touching. ] Then show me what you've got and I'll start adding points.
( yeah, he's a talker. there has never been a silence Daniel can't interject dumb bullshit into. usually it means nothing at all, often leveraged for a laugh, and sex is not an exception. the best way to get him to stop talking is to make sure his mouth is busy doing something else, and Lorna hasn't kissed him yet so she's just stuck with the lazy drawl of his voice for the time being.
situational awareness is everything. Daniel actually really enjoys clothed sex, the urgency of it. it pairs great with something public, the chance prying eyes might happen upon them at an inopportune moment. they're not anywhere public, though, and there's no need to feel her up through fabric when he could just take the damn thing off. which isn't to say he gets immediately to stripping her, it just means he doesn't bother trying to sneak under fabric when his hands shift up from her hips to tuck under her shirt. the cotton curling up around his wrists and doing very little to stop greedy hands from tracing up her side and around her front.
her tank top didn't allow for a lot of mystery and Daniel has seen picture evidence she's got great tits, but feeling them is definitely different. did she even bother with a bra under that thin to the point of impractical tank? hopefully not, because then there'll still be some fabric between her and the wide breadth of his palms. with her shirt half in the way still, he can't see them particularly well, but she still feels good. daniel palms both breasts and squeezes them together and independently in his hands. very nice, though it'd be nicer without the shirt.
so almost as soon as he starts, he lets her go to pull her shirt entirely off, and thankfully the fabric is forgiving so it isn't that hard. he abandons it on the floor and Lorna won't have long to complain, as his hands are back immediately after the fabric hits the floor. his stubble scrapes against her jaw, as he definitely is tilting his attention downwards to admire how she looks in his hands, so sue him. ) How many points do I need before I can use my mouth? ( because fondling is fun but sucking is better. both at once would be living the dream. )
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when she reaches to the bottom of his shirt, both sides now freely open, she reels herself in closer by the encouragement of his hands at her hips, at the tease of his brushing fingers. she slides her own hands beneath the parted fabric, sloping her palms against his skin.
for as much as she jokes about fondling, she does offer a slow caress over his chest, peering up at him with a grin as she leans in close to his lips without touching. ] Then show me what you've got and I'll start adding points.
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situational awareness is everything. Daniel actually really enjoys clothed sex, the urgency of it. it pairs great with something public, the chance prying eyes might happen upon them at an inopportune moment. they're not anywhere public, though, and there's no need to feel her up through fabric when he could just take the damn thing off. which isn't to say he gets immediately to stripping her, it just means he doesn't bother trying to sneak under fabric when his hands shift up from her hips to tuck under her shirt. the cotton curling up around his wrists and doing very little to stop greedy hands from tracing up her side and around her front.
her tank top didn't allow for a lot of mystery and Daniel has seen picture evidence she's got great tits, but feeling them is definitely different. did she even bother with a bra under that thin to the point of impractical tank? hopefully not, because then there'll still be some fabric between her and the wide breadth of his palms. with her shirt half in the way still, he can't see them particularly well, but she still feels good. daniel palms both breasts and squeezes them together and independently in his hands. very nice, though it'd be nicer without the shirt.
so almost as soon as he starts, he lets her go to pull her shirt entirely off, and thankfully the fabric is forgiving so it isn't that hard. he abandons it on the floor and Lorna won't have long to complain, as his hands are back immediately after the fabric hits the floor. his stubble scrapes against her jaw, as he definitely is tilting his attention downwards to admire how she looks in his hands, so sue him. ) How many points do I need before I can use my mouth? ( because fondling is fun but sucking is better. both at once would be living the dream. )