She arches and shudders at the scrape of his nails, her breath catching, and smiles at him. There is a teasing kind of coyness in that smile, in the glitter in her eyes.
"Is it not a wife's duty to attend her lord?" Her voice is light, but there is a throatiness behind it too, a thrum of desire that is not overwon by humour. Her fingers work their way to the fastenings of his leggings, fumbling blindly until she feels them loose. Then - not without some regret, for his warmth and the touch of his skin is a sweet and potent drug to her - she pulls away a little, shifting onto her knees to better undress him. Her eyes flick up to his face, and she smiles, then pulls his leggings off, not hurrying, enjoying this moment of revealing between them.
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Date: 2018-06-08 06:30 pm (UTC)"Is it not a wife's duty to attend her lord?" Her voice is light, but there is a throatiness behind it too, a thrum of desire that is not overwon by humour. Her fingers work their way to the fastenings of his leggings, fumbling blindly until she feels them loose. Then - not without some regret, for his warmth and the touch of his skin is a sweet and potent drug to her - she pulls away a little, shifting onto her knees to better undress him. Her eyes flick up to his face, and she smiles, then pulls his leggings off, not hurrying, enjoying this moment of revealing between them.