[The rougher bites have her making a little noise of approval, and when she feels him purposefully leaving a mark or two, she chuckles quietly - until the teeth press hard enough to make her breath hitch. Yes, he's on the right track.
He might not be surprised to see her so comfortable in the nude - largely unashamed and eager to be without clothes, regardless of whether or not her partner follows suit.]
[She will still ask, though, because that's another thing she's curious about. One of her hands travels restlessly across shoulders, over his shirt, down his body, to slip under and feel the skin beneath.]
Will you undress for me?
[Her fingers seem to leave a trail of gentle static in their wake as she coasts them across what she can reach of his belly. Just a tickle, nothing to worry about. Not yet, anyway, as the mouth on her breast makes her struggle to meet the rock of his hips. It makes her gasp, instead, and somewhere far away there's a distant roll of thunder.]
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He might not be surprised to see her so comfortable in the nude - largely unashamed and eager to be without clothes, regardless of whether or not her partner follows suit.]
[She will still ask, though, because that's another thing she's curious about. One of her hands travels restlessly across shoulders, over his shirt, down his body, to slip under and feel the skin beneath.]
Will you undress for me?
[Her fingers seem to leave a trail of gentle static in their wake as she coasts them across what she can reach of his belly. Just a tickle, nothing to worry about. Not yet, anyway, as the mouth on her breast makes her struggle to meet the rock of his hips. It makes her gasp, instead, and somewhere far away there's a distant roll of thunder.]