[ She's always enjoyed the traces of Zara's wit, his pert replies, even when it's apparent that he's rapidly losing any form of protest he might have had for this venture.
With his hand suddenly much lower, she sighs softly, satisfied. Sinking down further is a simple act, fitting herself more neatly against him, but not close enough to bring this to an end so soon. ]
One just comes after another.
[ Her hand continues to glide, teasingly brushing a nipple, her fingers walking a trail down his ribs and easing down to rest on a hip. He can figure out which comes first, surely, and Judith slowly tilts her head back, baring her throat.
All of herself, really. An act of submission, for most, but it's rarely that simple with her. She gives as good as she's offered; it's a promise. Whatever he chooses to do, hopefully he's prepared for an equal response.
(But she's not as patient as she could be, and she's tempted to drag his mouth back to hers.) ]
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With his hand suddenly much lower, she sighs softly, satisfied. Sinking down further is a simple act, fitting herself more neatly against him, but not close enough to bring this to an end so soon. ]
One just comes after another.
[ Her hand continues to glide, teasingly brushing a nipple, her fingers walking a trail down his ribs and easing down to rest on a hip. He can figure out which comes first, surely, and Judith slowly tilts her head back, baring her throat.
All of herself, really. An act of submission, for most, but it's rarely that simple with her. She gives as good as she's offered; it's a promise. Whatever he chooses to do, hopefully he's prepared for an equal response.
(But she's not as patient as she could be, and she's tempted to drag his mouth back to hers.) ]