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Post by Shendeth Potter on Oct 24, 2011 21:11:44 GMT -5
Shendeth could feel the attempted control in her kiss, the same as it had been with everything. It was not something he completely fought against. It was part of everything, and essential to who Scarlett was in his eyes; and the fact remained that he was a bigger virgin than he'd ever admit, even if he had so far been contentedly so, and she was decidedly not. They were in her territory, and while there was no doubt beating her at her own game was in his head for the future, not yet. However, he kissed her back with enough roughness to say that leading the way was not the same as being a leader. The attitude that nobody could control him applied to everyone, but maybe especially Scarlett. Shendeth was not hers to abuse. Nothing would happen that he didn't like, and he wasn't scared of her anymore. But speaking of not liking things.. the thought hadn't gone that far yet, but it did secretly occur to him that this ongoing kissing, all the same was getting boring. Time to take the next step in whatever not holding back entailed? |
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Post by Scarlett Rosen on Nov 13, 2011 15:20:03 GMT -5
She could feel the roughness behind her kiss and she loved it, he wasn't afraid to hold back or to shy away from the kiss. Her fingers which had locked into his shirt now moved along, sliding along his chest, twisting round to let her fingertips graze his hips before they moved up again and took off his tie in one swift motion, letting it fall to the floor before they continued work gently, softly, but very quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt.
She needed more than a kiss to mark him as hers, to claim him. She needed to ensure that he would stay with her and not just wander off to any old girl who waved her breasts at him.
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Post by Shendeth Potter on Nov 17, 2011 20:57:52 GMT -5
In the back of his mind he was very conscious of the soft, decisive movements of her hands. When she was done with the buttons he shrugged off his shirt without breaking the kiss, letting it fall behind him. Not letting her get an advantage, his hands moved back to Scarlett as he started to undo her own shirt. He did not stop to be self-conscious or really think about what they were doing. There was no past or future, only the primal feelings of this very moment, and whatever made this the first time was long gone, defeated and entirely forgotten in the haze of this intoxication. |
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