[ god, what a great sight. ichiro's no help in getting her shirt off, his fingers twitching inside of her just to make her squeal while she's midway through it; his reward's the smell of laundry detergent and then lots of pretty, flushed pink skin, soft as can be and lovely as ever. his smirk returns, this time a little mischevious, as she sucks in that huge breath and kisses it off of his face.
ichiro moves his hand when asked, though, rotating his wrist when she pulls back. her words don't have to be spun like silk--the simple want is enough to stir the heat in ichiro's groin. he pulls back to let her untangle herself and watches her with expression hungry, an almost breathless- ] Okay. [ coming out of his mouth.
what else do you even say to that.
his cleaner hand goes into hers, and it takes a little bit of rearranging, but clearly he doesn't mind this new position at all. it puts their bodies close together, roxy's skin hot against his, even just the barest hint of friction making him ache--he made a pretty quick recovery. its hard not to, with the way her leg drapes over his.
ichiro's mouth finds her neck instead of hers, again, exhaling a shaky breath against the skin, and he rocks his hips forward so his dick slides against her. his brows pinch and his mouth opens, the expression soft and pleased where she can't see, and he has to duck his face into the back of her neck so he can hold on even a goddamn second longer, he's not patient enough for this. ] You did this, 's all you. [ getting him back up to speed that quick, driving him nuts earlier, the memory of her body against his from that stupid aphrodisiac--maybe it was supposed to be forced, but ichiro can count his blessings for the happenstance that's led to this.
he wants to make sure roxy knows that, too. that she's not just deserving of his attention, but that she's already got it.
he presses another kiss to the nape of her neck because he can, big hand sliding down her side, over the dip of her hip, into the crux of those perfect, soft thighs. it lets him get a grip, to hoist her leg that much higher over his, so all he has to do is snap his hips forward to finally give roxy some relief in that first thrust, burying to the hilt. ]
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ichiro moves his hand when asked, though, rotating his wrist when she pulls back. her words don't have to be spun like silk--the simple want is enough to stir the heat in ichiro's groin. he pulls back to let her untangle herself and watches her with expression hungry, an almost breathless- ] Okay. [ coming out of his mouth.
what else do you even say to that.
his cleaner hand goes into hers, and it takes a little bit of rearranging, but clearly he doesn't mind this new position at all. it puts their bodies close together, roxy's skin hot against his, even just the barest hint of friction making him ache--he made a pretty quick recovery. its hard not to, with the way her leg drapes over his.
ichiro's mouth finds her neck instead of hers, again, exhaling a shaky breath against the skin, and he rocks his hips forward so his dick slides against her. his brows pinch and his mouth opens, the expression soft and pleased where she can't see, and he has to duck his face into the back of her neck so he can hold on even a goddamn second longer, he's not patient enough for this. ] You did this, 's all you. [ getting him back up to speed that quick, driving him nuts earlier, the memory of her body against his from that stupid aphrodisiac--maybe it was supposed to be forced, but ichiro can count his blessings for the happenstance that's led to this.
he wants to make sure roxy knows that, too. that she's not just deserving of his attention, but that she's already got it.
he presses another kiss to the nape of her neck because he can, big hand sliding down her side, over the dip of her hip, into the crux of those perfect, soft thighs. it lets him get a grip, to hoist her leg that much higher over his, so all he has to do is snap his hips forward to finally give roxy some relief in that first thrust, burying to the hilt. ]