Valerie hummed against Brian’s lips as he spoke and felt herself smile into the kiss. His hands on her body felt right, natural, and she knew without a doubt that she didn’t want the sensation to stop. Once her shirt met its demise on the floor she felt vaguely empowered. This was really happening. The blonde caught the hem of his shirt and pushed it upward as if trying to free him from restraints. “You’re hard.” She whispered back, the tip of her tongue flicked against his lips as her hands splayed against his warm chest, short nails lightly scraped against his skin, and then she almost inhaled her saliva. “I-I mean your body. Muscles!” Valerie felt her skin warm with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as she buried her face against his clavicle.
It wouldn’t take much effort, any effort actually, to rip Brian’s shirt right off him but they had to leave the room eventually and so clothes had to be painstakingly peeled away. Like wrapping paper. The thought brought another grin to Valerie’s lips and they paused against his collarbone with a lingering kiss. “Well, I hope I live up to your imagination.” She said lightly, nerves fluttering within her stomach as she forced herself to take a step back. When she met his gaze her hands went to the bottom of her tank top and she very slowly removed it to toss aside without any care as to where it landed.
Despite all the space around them the air felt thick as her fingers trailed down her abdomen. She sucked in a deep breath and tried to calm her pulse. “I think about that night…” Valerie didn’t have to specify as she worked the button of her jeans free. “About you, when I’m alone…” She tugged the zipper down then parted the fabric so that her thumbs could hook inside the denim. Belatedly she wished she’d worn something else, something sexy, but her simple white bra and matching panties would have to do unless she ran into the bathroom to shed them in shame. She kicked off her boots and shimmed the restricting fabric down her thighs until she stood only in her underwear, her eyes locked on him.
“How do I compare so far?” The tone was light, meant as a teasing quip, but the way she chewed on her lower lip said she felt self conscious. Whether due to the scars that littered her body or the fact that she was barely clothed in front of him was hard to say.
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It wouldn’t take much effort, any effort actually, to rip Brian’s shirt right off him but they had to leave the room eventually and so clothes had to be painstakingly peeled away. Like wrapping paper. The thought brought another grin to Valerie’s lips and they paused against his collarbone with a lingering kiss. “Well, I hope I live up to your imagination.” She said lightly, nerves fluttering within her stomach as she forced herself to take a step back. When she met his gaze her hands went to the bottom of her tank top and she very slowly removed it to toss aside without any care as to where it landed.
Despite all the space around them the air felt thick as her fingers trailed down her abdomen. She sucked in a deep breath and tried to calm her pulse. “I think about that night…” Valerie didn’t have to specify as she worked the button of her jeans free. “About you, when I’m alone…” She tugged the zipper down then parted the fabric so that her thumbs could hook inside the denim. Belatedly she wished she’d worn something else, something sexy, but her simple white bra and matching panties would have to do unless she ran into the bathroom to shed them in shame. She kicked off her boots and shimmed the restricting fabric down her thighs until she stood only in her underwear, her eyes locked on him.
“How do I compare so far?” The tone was light, meant as a teasing quip, but the way she chewed on her lower lip said she felt self conscious. Whether due to the scars that littered her body or the fact that she was barely clothed in front of him was hard to say.