[it could be interpreted as some kind of threat, but oh god does she know it's a delicious kind of promise that she's looking forward to his keeping even as she tugs him gently toward the edge of the bed. she stops there to touch him again, her own hands going to his hips, admiring with her hands how wide they are. he's thick - not just between his thighs - but everywhere and she leans in to run her hands over the curve of his ass.
a kiss is pressed to the place near his heart because she's feeling slightly sentimental. what he considers to be a disaster in the making she knows will be, but she's not going to face those regrets just yet. instead, she turns her back to him, still on her feet, only facing the bed now. taking one of his hands, she guides it back to her breast, the one he's neglected, the other goes to her hip - maybe a little lower.
she can feel his cock brush against her backside and she arches into it just a little, her hair between them tickling her back and possibly his chest.]
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a kiss is pressed to the place near his heart because she's feeling slightly sentimental. what he considers to be a disaster in the making she knows will be, but she's not going to face those regrets just yet. instead, she turns her back to him, still on her feet, only facing the bed now. taking one of his hands, she guides it back to her breast, the one he's neglected, the other goes to her hip - maybe a little lower.
she can feel his cock brush against her backside and she arches into it just a little, her hair between them tickling her back and possibly his chest.]