[ her breath comes out rasped and her lips part at the touch, and she arches her back to press her chest against his hand. she fumbles when he first kisses her, because she'd been too distracted by the feeling to see it coming, but she catches up quickly and eases into it, nipping at his lower lip.
slowly, her hands move down from his shoulders, tracing his arms. when one hand reaches his wrist, she stops, but the other hits the attachment of his hook, and she absently continues to examine it with her hand for a moment before settling on resting her hand there, at the junction.
there's a whimper in the back of her throat and she shifts in his lap, trying eagerly to grind against him and find minor relief in the friction. but it doesn't help all that much, because her underwear are already soaked under her jeans, and her pulse is still throbbing between her thighs, leaving her more agonizingly wound up than before. ]
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slowly, her hands move down from his shoulders, tracing his arms. when one hand reaches his wrist, she stops, but the other hits the attachment of his hook, and she absently continues to examine it with her hand for a moment before settling on resting her hand there, at the junction.
there's a whimper in the back of her throat and she shifts in his lap, trying eagerly to grind against him and find minor relief in the friction. but it doesn't help all that much, because her underwear are already soaked under her jeans, and her pulse is still throbbing between her thighs, leaving her more agonizingly wound up than before. ]