[ The grin came to Riza as a warning that Roy was up to something, and that it was something she would approve of; and the way he looked right back at her made her weak in the knees -- good thing she wasn't standing in heels anymore.
As he went lower, the less of him she could have in her grasp, but her fingers still played in his hair, catching the short strands between roughened digits with involuntary tugs. Seeing Roy move down between her legs gave her an illustration (among many that she has considered and will still consider, certainly) of what "erotic" meant. She couldn't touch him as much as she wanted with her hands for now, but when she could, the curve of her calves and the arc of her feet caressed his sides.
Lower and lower, each kiss and touch of breath sent subtle tremors through her skin, her mind momentarily spinning in anticipation of what she thought he will be doing, and it made her well aware of her own state of arousal. It took some mind to register as to what Roy was doing with her underwear and, with her ankles placed firmly on the bed, Riza briefly lifted her hips carefully, and will shift her legs accordingly to help him along.
-- and, oh, the constriction about her chest was becoming uncomfortable. Once her pants were clear: ]
Ah-- wait, please.
[ -- she will just take a moment to sit up and remove her bra, reaching easily behind her to unhook the satin-and-lace garment. As she did so, she couldn't help but look shyly at Roy. She didn't share the same confidence he had about his body, but one look from him and she was reminded that she was important to him, and no judgment would be coming from him. ]
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As he went lower, the less of him she could have in her grasp, but her fingers still played in his hair, catching the short strands between roughened digits with involuntary tugs. Seeing Roy move down between her legs gave her an illustration (among many that she has considered and will still consider, certainly) of what "erotic" meant. She couldn't touch him as much as she wanted with her hands for now, but when she could, the curve of her calves and the arc of her feet caressed his sides.
Lower and lower, each kiss and touch of breath sent subtle tremors through her skin, her mind momentarily spinning in anticipation of what she thought he will be doing, and it made her well aware of her own state of arousal. It took some mind to register as to what Roy was doing with her underwear and, with her ankles placed firmly on the bed, Riza briefly lifted her hips carefully, and will shift her legs accordingly to help him along.
-- and, oh, the constriction about her chest was becoming uncomfortable. Once her pants were clear: ]
Ah-- wait, please.
[ -- she will just take a moment to sit up and remove her bra, reaching easily behind her to unhook the satin-and-lace garment. As she did so, she couldn't help but look shyly at Roy. She didn't share the same confidence he had about his body, but one look from him and she was reminded that she was important to him, and no judgment would be coming from him. ]