The rough skin of his palm slid across the flesh of her backside with a sweet grace, naive and fragile. As his lips sought her throat, she let her head fall to the side and her hair toppled out of its messy bun to fall in blonde cascades. The curls smelled of pink lilies and ripe raspberries, her favorite. Her breathing grew heavy and thick as she parted her lips slightly. A small smirk decorated her full lips as she felt her dominant side coming forth. “As I tell you,” she said breathlessly and allowed him continue to caress her satiny cover. “What to do, I want you to take initiative and explore what you want too.” One of her hands met with his which cupped her supple ass and she slid it back to the front of her thighs. “You make me wet, Theo.” She purred as she turned her mouth to his cheek and spoke directly into his flesh. “Feel.” With a quick slip of his hand upward, she shivered. Fingertips lightly touched her damp center and in an instant, she became slicker. “You do that to me,” she whispered.
Before he could touch further, she brought his hand from under her skirt and touched it to his lips. As his lower lip was slicked with her nectar, she pressed up on her toes and kissed him subtly. “Sweet, isn’t it?” A smile came forth as she moved his hands to her shirt. “Undress me, Theo.” When his fingers found her fastens and began to undo them, she moved her hands to his belt. In two swift motions, she ripped it from his waist and dropped it to the ground. The button of his trousers fell open with ease and she edged the hem down to his hips. “Do you want me to touch you too?”
Lips continued to press against her soft gentle skin whilst his hands continued to trail up and down the thin material that covered her curved form. Her words were softly spoken, though not too soft for him to not hear, not even in the slightest. He gulped slightly, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin as she spoke into his flesh whilst also guiding his hand forward, and with a single movement did she allow his fingertips to dance against her slick heat. The moment he felt the touch he gasped loudly, feeling himself tense up yet before he could do anything more his hand was forced away, instead aiming for his lower lip. Fingers swiped against the supple lip, leaving her taste lingering on his mouth and he craved it, craved it so much despite only getting the smallest of tastes…
Hands were now directed to her front, and in quick simple movements he began to undo the buttons on her shirt, needing to feel the skin for himself, rather than allow her to guide him. Meanwhile, her hands were also busy at work, undoing the buckle of his pants and allowing them to slide down to wherever she saw fit. His heart hammered in his chest as he pulled away the soft garment, tossing it to the ground with the rest of their discarded items as he allowed his hands to explore the warmth for just a mere moment, and that alone could have made him turn into a pile of nothingness before her. She was so… confident, and whilst he was too, he couldn’t help but feel nervous; inexperienced, almost, but it wouldn’t bring him down. Her next question loomed in his mind, and he answered almost instantly with a nod, for coherent words were a thing of his past now.