Kidnapping and murder? Jesus, who thought up things like that in the heat of the moment? Confusion flickered over his face. “Why would you,” he repeated with a dubious shake of his head, unsure whether to laugh or groan and blurt out ‘look, I want to have sex with you!’ just to make sure he got his point across. Maybe she was nervous. Sometimes Valerie swung between purring kitten and overly cognitive so quickly he had trouble keeping up and figuring out what to say.
Just when he was about to try and get the train back on the tracks, she was nibbling on his throat and ohhh god… His head banged against the door. Air whooshed out of his lungs.
“You can do anything you want,” he said. Croaked.
One of Brian’s hands combed into her blonde hair, just behind her ear. The other reached under the hem of her shirt and purposefully pushed inside the cup of her bra. He licked his lips and tried to keep his head screwed on straight. His thumb began a gentle rotation while he took the weight of her in his palm. She was soft and warm and he’d kill to see her. He tucked his face into her neck and tickled it the scruff on his jaw.
Now ducking down, he bit her shirt. Brian dragged it up high enough to put his mouth where his thumb had been. His tongue on her breast was still cold from the beer.
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on 2013-10-22 01:42 am (UTC)Just when he was about to try and get the train back on the tracks, she was nibbling on his throat and ohhh god… His head banged against the door. Air whooshed out of his lungs.
“You can do anything you want,” he said. Croaked.
One of Brian’s hands combed into her blonde hair, just behind her ear. The other reached under the hem of her shirt and purposefully pushed inside the cup of her bra. He licked his lips and tried to keep his head screwed on straight. His thumb began a gentle rotation while he took the weight of her in his palm. She was soft and warm and he’d kill to see her. He tucked his face into her neck and tickled it the scruff on his jaw.
Now ducking down, he bit her shirt. Brian dragged it up high enough to put his mouth where his thumb had been. His tongue on her breast was still cold from the beer.