You jest, but I could ring them up right now. Make it a whole--
[ He sighs, deflated as he's unable to follow through with the joke. ]
Y'know what? Not even going there. Not today.
[ At least he laughs it off after the fact, diverting attention to his maneuvers that leave Felicia breathless, the cat ever suspended in anticipation. He doubles down on every kiss against her neck, the ever longing press of his lips leaving impressions on her skin. His kisses soon reach her shoulders, trailing along her nearest clavicle-- all before he shifts to the other side of her neck, where he begins again. Hoping, in all this, to lavish her with affection she was clearly thirsting for.
And to think, he's still fondling her. Touching her. Never wanting to stop touching her, as his hands fail to cease their caresses. When she grinds her thigh against him, hoping to get another rise out of him, he doesn't resist, giving her the satisfaction of watching him harden - watching him grin in acknowledgement of her little gesture. He returns the favor with his own, his nearest hand caressing her thigh, feeling up its underside with careful fingers. Knowing just how much to let stick just before letting go: the occasional interruption to otherwise soft and smooth - and almost ticklish - caresses. ]
You let me keep punning, and I'll do more than that.
...but now that I'm being encouraged, I'm kinda out of material.
[ That same hand that was just caressing her thigh changes tracks, though. Slips around it to sink between her legs and let a finger begin palpating her slit. Meticulously, he brushes her folds, conscious not to start with a bang but to introduce each sensation slowly... and excruciatingly so. Make Felicia want it, expect it, more than she already does-- tantalize her with a show of what Peter's capable of, and the promise that he'll bring it all to fruition. ]
Still got enough left in me for this.
[ Despite introducing only a single finger, that's two that suddenly press against her walls, having slid through the slit only one had been teasing. It's by no means abrupt or forceful... yet. Only a smooth and deliberate encroachment to watch how Felicia reacts as she accommodates the incursion. All the while, Peter's other hand still fondles one of her breasts. His lips remain a whisper away from her ear, Peter having spoken before now resuming his kisses upon her neck.
She doesn't know it yet, but he doesn't want to show his entire hand, so to speak. Hence the slowness. The softness. No, he's biding his time with all this preamble, substantial though it may be.
Because he sure as hell plans to give her a mouthful... in more ways than one. His lips part from her neck, in fact, as Peter crawls downward, planting a trail of kisses down her breasts, then her stomach, then her waist, until his lips reach one of her inner thighs. Felicia can look down to find his head safely nestled between her legs, Peter's fingers having yet to be relinquished from inside her. He seems to have no intention of removing them, as he looks up at Felicia with intent. ]
You mind, uh... spreading these folds of yours? Need to prove I still know where it is.
[ Certainly makes him a better detective than a certain other male animal-themed vigilante, Peter crossing a line that the other can't! ]
no subject
[ He sighs, deflated as he's unable to follow through with the joke. ]
Y'know what? Not even going there. Not today.
[ At least he laughs it off after the fact, diverting attention to his maneuvers that leave Felicia breathless, the cat ever suspended in anticipation. He doubles down on every kiss against her neck, the ever longing press of his lips leaving impressions on her skin. His kisses soon reach her shoulders, trailing along her nearest clavicle-- all before he shifts to the other side of her neck, where he begins again. Hoping, in all this, to lavish her with affection she was clearly thirsting for.
And to think, he's still fondling her. Touching her. Never wanting to stop touching her, as his hands fail to cease their caresses. When she grinds her thigh against him, hoping to get another rise out of him, he doesn't resist, giving her the satisfaction of watching him harden - watching him grin in acknowledgement of her little gesture. He returns the favor with his own, his nearest hand caressing her thigh, feeling up its underside with careful fingers. Knowing just how much to let stick just before letting go: the occasional interruption to otherwise soft and smooth - and almost ticklish - caresses. ]
You let me keep punning, and I'll do more than that.
...but now that I'm being encouraged, I'm kinda out of material.
[ That same hand that was just caressing her thigh changes tracks, though. Slips around it to sink between her legs and let a finger begin palpating her slit. Meticulously, he brushes her folds, conscious not to start with a bang but to introduce each sensation slowly... and excruciatingly so. Make Felicia want it, expect it, more than she already does-- tantalize her with a show of what Peter's capable of, and the promise that he'll bring it all to fruition. ]
Still got enough left in me for this.
[ Despite introducing only a single finger, that's two that suddenly press against her walls, having slid through the slit only one had been teasing. It's by no means abrupt or forceful... yet. Only a smooth and deliberate encroachment to watch how Felicia reacts as she accommodates the incursion. All the while, Peter's other hand still fondles one of her breasts. His lips remain a whisper away from her ear, Peter having spoken before now resuming his kisses upon her neck.
She doesn't know it yet, but he doesn't want to show his entire hand, so to speak. Hence the slowness. The softness. No, he's biding his time with all this preamble, substantial though it may be.
Because he sure as hell plans to give her a mouthful... in more ways than one. His lips part from her neck, in fact, as Peter crawls downward, planting a trail of kisses down her breasts, then her stomach, then her waist, until his lips reach one of her inner thighs. Felicia can look down to find his head safely nestled between her legs, Peter's fingers having yet to be relinquished from inside her. He seems to have no intention of removing them, as he looks up at Felicia with intent. ]
You mind, uh... spreading these folds of yours? Need to prove I still know where it is.
[ Certainly makes him a better detective than a certain other male animal-themed vigilante, Peter crossing a line that the other can't! ]