There is high colour in her cheeks, but no shyness now in her eyes as she gazes on him, drinking in the sight of him: her husband, with naught but air now between them, and soon enough not even that. Her tongue darts out, briefly, and she wets her lips, tossing his leggings thoughtlessly aside.
"Well indeed," she answers, and there is not only warmth in her eyes, but a smouldering heat and want. Her hand drifts, feather-light, back up his leg, tracing with a kind of wonder over the bare skin and the muscle beneath, and she shifts to kiss him again, her lips brushing the line of his jaw. Her hand, drawn by a fascination she will not fight, drifts higher still, hovering uncertainly a hair's breadth from his erect shaft, before with a little huff of self-conscious laughter, she presses her hand against it fully, exploring the feel of him.
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Date: 2018-06-22 11:26 pm (UTC)"Well indeed," she answers, and there is not only warmth in her eyes, but a smouldering heat and want. Her hand drifts, feather-light, back up his leg, tracing with a kind of wonder over the bare skin and the muscle beneath, and she shifts to kiss him again, her lips brushing the line of his jaw. Her hand, drawn by a fascination she will not fight, drifts higher still, hovering uncertainly a hair's breadth from his erect shaft, before with a little huff of self-conscious laughter, she presses her hand against it fully, exploring the feel of him.