[There's no hesitancy to the way he gathers her up, one arm wrapping around her waist and the other bracing on her hip. No hesitancy, too, to the way he kisses: tasting of drink, yes, but with enough finesse that she can't possibly call him sloppy. Slow to start, but quickening the longer she keeps at it, and her official answer is this: a minute and a half before his hand rises, rough fingers tracing over heated skin, pushing that towel up and away. It falls in a satisfying heap, but he doesn't pull back right away.
No, instead: he kisses her hungrily, his teeth nipping at the very end, just so he can be the one to draw back slowly. If she wants control, he's more than content to give it to her, but she's not gonna get away with being bossy all the time. His hand rises, gripping her ass tightly, hips rocking up pointedly. He's already stirring beneath his trousers, but that's not much of a shock, is it?]
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No, instead: he kisses her hungrily, his teeth nipping at the very end, just so he can be the one to draw back slowly. If she wants control, he's more than content to give it to her, but she's not gonna get away with being bossy all the time. His hand rises, gripping her ass tightly, hips rocking up pointedly. He's already stirring beneath his trousers, but that's not much of a shock, is it?]