[ Not doing well with stupid, that is. He doesn't blame her, of course, with no amount of resentment making itself known in his continued touches. Instead, what nearly gives him pause is the touch of her hand, the way her fingers embrace his knuckles. Despite the heat of the tub, he feels her distinct warmth. Just as she doesn't look centuries old, she doesn't feel like a corpse.
Then again, neither does Jason. His own warmth is already so abundant, so apparent, in his closeness, what with CC's back still pressed against his chest. Here she sits, open and pliable to his many touches, which not only persist... but also escalate. The fingertips that once canvassed her folds now slip further between them, exploratory as they venture further and further into her slit. Even Jason suspects that the friction underwater isn't the best for this kind of stuff, but for the moment? For the start? He hopes it suffices. He hopes he leaves an impression.
Though it's far from the only one. He still hasn't let go of her breast. If anything, he clutches it tighter, now discovering the upper limits of his concentration. Learning that the most he can manage, though it's far from a bad thing, is what his hand's up to between her legs. How much further his fingers go, and deeper as yet more of their lengths sink inside her. He figures that from his position he can't quite achieve the best entry, but again... this is only to start. Only what he suspects to be mere preamble. ]
If the contract's all that's keeping you around, I don't think so.
I'm not against modifying our arrangement to include more of this. Ya feel me?
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[ Not doing well with stupid, that is. He doesn't blame her, of course, with no amount of resentment making itself known in his continued touches. Instead, what nearly gives him pause is the touch of her hand, the way her fingers embrace his knuckles. Despite the heat of the tub, he feels her distinct warmth. Just as she doesn't look centuries old, she doesn't feel like a corpse.
Then again, neither does Jason. His own warmth is already so abundant, so apparent, in his closeness, what with CC's back still pressed against his chest. Here she sits, open and pliable to his many touches, which not only persist... but also escalate. The fingertips that once canvassed her folds now slip further between them, exploratory as they venture further and further into her slit. Even Jason suspects that the friction underwater isn't the best for this kind of stuff, but for the moment? For the start? He hopes it suffices. He hopes he leaves an impression.
Though it's far from the only one. He still hasn't let go of her breast. If anything, he clutches it tighter, now discovering the upper limits of his concentration. Learning that the most he can manage, though it's far from a bad thing, is what his hand's up to between her legs. How much further his fingers go, and deeper as yet more of their lengths sink inside her. He figures that from his position he can't quite achieve the best entry, but again... this is only to start. Only what he suspects to be mere preamble. ]
If the contract's all that's keeping you around, I don't think so.
I'm not against modifying our arrangement to include more of this. Ya feel me?