Muscles moved under her hands, tensing and relaxing beneath Brian’s skin as he moved with her. Valerie was caught between admiring the strength it took to hold himself up and wanting to feel him crush her in an embrace against his chest. The question hit belatedly, a wicked grin blossomed to life as she gazed up at him. “Oh, I can do better.” She teased back breathlessly. Dark hair tickled her forehead as he leaned down, Valerie brought one hand up to brush it back with her fingers, let them delve into the thick softness then down to clasp the base of his neck. The blonde exhaled a moan when his tongue teased at her mouth, her own seeking Brian’s to flick against, then he was hovering above her again. All dark hair and eyes so deep she could swim in.
Valerie cocked her head when he took her hand and said only one word. Now released her leg hooked over the back of the couch. It took her a moment to focus, did he mean here as in that particular spot or here you can touch me more? Perhaps a mixture of both, she certainly wasn’t complaining as palm glided across skin, feeling taught muscles, a slight patch of whispery hairs that tempted her fingers to follow it south. She splayed her hand against his abdomen, stilling herself as her other hand moved from his neck to trace the band of ink on his arm, then over to the heart so intricately designed on his chest.
“What do they represent for you?” The question was soft as the blonde met his eyes. Then the hand on his torso flexed, fingers began to creep through the small slender trail of hair until they met the waistband of his pants. “Do they have stories to tell?” Valerie’s voice was hushed despite how loud her heart beat, and though she didn’t dare push her fingers under the material, she did slide them over it and down the side of his inner thigh.
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on 2013-09-24 01:42 am (UTC)Valerie cocked her head when he took her hand and said only one word. Now released her leg hooked over the back of the couch. It took her a moment to focus, did he mean here as in that particular spot or here you can touch me more? Perhaps a mixture of both, she certainly wasn’t complaining as palm glided across skin, feeling taught muscles, a slight patch of whispery hairs that tempted her fingers to follow it south. She splayed her hand against his abdomen, stilling herself as her other hand moved from his neck to trace the band of ink on his arm, then over to the heart so intricately designed on his chest.
“What do they represent for you?” The question was soft as the blonde met his eyes. Then the hand on his torso flexed, fingers began to creep through the small slender trail of hair until they met the waistband of his pants. “Do they have stories to tell?” Valerie’s voice was hushed despite how loud her heart beat, and though she didn’t dare push her fingers under the material, she did slide them over it and down the side of his inner thigh.