There was a soft rush of warm air from her nose as she grinned around the skin she’d captured with her mouth. Brian’s voice told stories his words didn’t and truth be told it was empowering to Valerie. It let her know how she was doing, and so far she was pleased with the results. “Anything?” The word was whispered coyly against his ear once she’d freed his neck. Part of her just wanted to hear his voice like that again, it sent heat through her veins, every cell in her body craved him. The sound she made when his questing hand found her beneath the shirt was genuine, unreserved as she fondled him through his boxers slowly.
There was no real plan in mind as Valerie’s free hand wove around to Brian’s lower back. The need to feel his skin too much to deny herself even a second. Short bristles against her skin scritched and tickled in just the right way, Valerie tipped her head back to grant him better access only to take in a stuttered breath when he pulled her shirt up with his teeth. Valerie’s hand tightened against his hip when his mouth took over and a startled whimper escaped at the cool sensation of his tongue. She brought her hand up to tangle in the short hairs at the back of his head to indulge in the moment.
Valerie’s hand worked inside his boxers, swift and deliberate, to splay her warm palm against his length. A soft breathy noise of her own was offered up when she finally curled her fingers around him, felt the pulse throb within her hand. For all he was hard his skin was soft, smooth, and she gave him a tentative squeeze as she stroked upwards. “I want to make the stars seem like fireworks.” She mumbled against his shoulder, nuzzling as her thumb began teasing slow circles around the tip, then slid her hand back down him, and repeated. “Just for you.”
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on 2013-10-22 02:44 am (UTC)There was no real plan in mind as Valerie’s free hand wove around to Brian’s lower back. The need to feel his skin too much to deny herself even a second. Short bristles against her skin scritched and tickled in just the right way, Valerie tipped her head back to grant him better access only to take in a stuttered breath when he pulled her shirt up with his teeth. Valerie’s hand tightened against his hip when his mouth took over and a startled whimper escaped at the cool sensation of his tongue. She brought her hand up to tangle in the short hairs at the back of his head to indulge in the moment.
Valerie’s hand worked inside his boxers, swift and deliberate, to splay her warm palm against his length. A soft breathy noise of her own was offered up when she finally curled her fingers around him, felt the pulse throb within her hand. For all he was hard his skin was soft, smooth, and she gave him a tentative squeeze as she stroked upwards. “I want to make the stars seem like fireworks.” She mumbled against his shoulder, nuzzling as her thumb began teasing slow circles around the tip, then slid her hand back down him, and repeated. “Just for you.”