'Kay, so you can't get mad at me ever if these fingers get sticky for non-rated R reasons... You abandon all right now.
[ This isn't their first date. This isn't their first... hook-up. Felicia reclaimed a lot of her flirtations, acted on desires without having to think of the consequences, and fought for what she wanted. A long line of pocketed moments, where they fumble feelings with their desires brings them here. Where she keeps herself planted firmly against him – with no regret in her words or actions.
Their kiss brings back old flames, forcing her to navigate them both so they don't get burned too quickly. Felicia wanted him – wanted to make up for the time lost fighting or too scared to enjoy something good. Demanding a ring wasn't her endgoal, but a little fun...? Why not? Why not? This was harmless – how could it be anything else? He feels good against her lips and she likes the way he looks at her when she pulls back.
Her backside moves around slightly, adding an idle friction in their own anxious realization of where this was really going. ]
No, it's not pizza time, Peter. I think we're both hungry for something else –
[ It was as if her words center him. His joking deflects met Felicia's seriousness. Her passion that was channeled clearly in the way he kisses her again. Her tongue wrestles against his in slow, melodic licks – catching the pout of his lip again, giving him access to her own mouth for his advances.
By the time they've collected a handful of embraces, she traces her hand down his neck, collarbone, past his stomach to wedge between them. Her hand doesn't stop – not until she feels lower, like they both knew where the target would be. ]
We can order in. It's fine – [ Back on track, Parker.
That robe does little to cover her in the grand scheme of things. That infamous cleavage that started this whole thing... the thickness of her thighs spread against his outer muscle – it hikes up in the right way to give him access to what was underneath but. Nah, she'll go for it.
He would feel her hand not... find its target! Instead, it dips back up to tug the single sash and undo her robe, letting it fall limp against the side of her body. Shocker: a black bra and panties reveal themselves, sculpted against a body he may want to spend time re-mapping... ] Breakfast in bed always sounds pretty good, doesn't it...?
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[ This isn't their first date. This isn't their first... hook-up. Felicia reclaimed a lot of her flirtations, acted on desires without having to think of the consequences, and fought for what she wanted. A long line of pocketed moments, where they fumble feelings with their desires brings them here. Where she keeps herself planted firmly against him – with no regret in her words or actions.
Their kiss brings back old flames, forcing her to navigate them both so they don't get burned too quickly. Felicia wanted him – wanted to make up for the time lost fighting or too scared to enjoy something good. Demanding a ring wasn't her endgoal, but a little fun...? Why not? Why not? This was harmless – how could it be anything else? He feels good against her lips and she likes the way he looks at her when she pulls back.
Her backside moves around slightly, adding an idle friction in their own anxious realization of where this was really going. ]
No, it's not pizza time, Peter. I think we're both hungry for something else –
[ It was as if her words center him. His joking deflects met Felicia's seriousness. Her passion that was channeled clearly in the way he kisses her again. Her tongue wrestles against his in slow, melodic licks – catching the pout of his lip again, giving him access to her own mouth for his advances.
By the time they've collected a handful of embraces, she traces her hand down his neck, collarbone, past his stomach to wedge between them. Her hand doesn't stop – not until she feels lower, like they both knew where the target would be. ]
We can order in. It's fine – [ Back on track, Parker.
That robe does little to cover her in the grand scheme of things. That infamous cleavage that started this whole thing... the thickness of her thighs spread against his outer muscle – it hikes up in the right way to give him access to what was underneath but. Nah, she'll go for it.
He would feel her hand not... find its target! Instead, it dips back up to tug the single sash and undo her robe, letting it fall limp against the side of her body. Shocker: a black bra and panties reveal themselves, sculpted against a body he may want to spend time re-mapping... ] Breakfast in bed always sounds pretty good, doesn't it...?