[ if given the option, roxy would agree to only cuddling and nothing more; intimacy is something she hasn't quite explored yet, and the warmth of his arms around her are more than enough. getting off is something she can do by herself. being held? that's something she needs someone else for.
ah... ichiro's so not fair, and roxy can feel his lips against that space he found before, dragging a sigh from her chest as her thighs shift and grip him. ]
I already told you. [ pulling back just enough so she can press a kiss to his lips, her throat vibrating with another pleased noise: ] I ... I wanted to hear you moan my name.
[ she'd suck his dick for hours if it meant he'd say her name like that over and over again. there's a powerful feeling that comes from knowing she caused those noises, that curse he hissed every time she moved. roxy's sure that if she's not careful, that feeling will become more addictive than alcohol.
his hand is moving between her legs and she feels her body flinch, entrance tensing for a moment; she has to concentrate to relax again. the more he strokes against her underwear the hotter her blood runs, and every second that passes she gets wetter and wetter. ]
I can wait, [ roxy finally breathes, pressing her forehead to his temple. her lips leave smeared kisses on his skin as her hips move that center of her against his fingers. absently, instinctively; quietly, she whimpers ichiro's name. ] Can you...?
IT'S OK!!
ah... ichiro's so not fair, and roxy can feel his lips against that space he found before, dragging a sigh from her chest as her thighs shift and grip him. ]
I already told you. [ pulling back just enough so she can press a kiss to his lips, her throat vibrating with another pleased noise: ] I ... I wanted to hear you moan my name.
[ she'd suck his dick for hours if it meant he'd say her name like that over and over again. there's a powerful feeling that comes from knowing she caused those noises, that curse he hissed every time she moved. roxy's sure that if she's not careful, that feeling will become more addictive than alcohol.
his hand is moving between her legs and she feels her body flinch, entrance tensing for a moment; she has to concentrate to relax again. the more he strokes against her underwear the hotter her blood runs, and every second that passes she gets wetter and wetter. ]
I can wait, [ roxy finally breathes, pressing her forehead to his temple. her lips leave smeared kisses on his skin as her hips move that center of her against his fingers. absently, instinctively; quietly, she whimpers ichiro's name. ] Can you...?