[ she'd never actually say that she's attracted to him, even if there's plenty of evidence for the proof, since she'd hardly be watching him that closely day by day, admiring his strength and muscles on the battlefield for any other reason (because carrying about strategy or any of the dumbness of his training is completely out of the question). but at the same time, she's not exactly hesistant in showing it either.
while his lower abdomen might be wrapped in bandages, there's plenty of skin to caress as she rises higher, the tips of her fingers dragging up over his chest, pecs notably already bigger than they'd been when he first arrived on the island. her thumbs brush over his nipples, one following the diagonal trace of his large scar before hands grasp over his arms, biceps so deliciously firm and tight that the arousal of touching him reaches down to her cunt.
and she definitely likes it when he touches her too, when the heat of his hands can reach through her stockings teasing all the other places those fingers can go. ]
You better not or I'll just let you bleed out here by yourself.
[ she won't. they both know that by now, that everything out of her mouth is all talk and the need she often has for him, in her company, in her bed, simply in her, is stronger than any bite of words she could cry out.
besides, with his breath burning heat to her ear, every exhale making her tingle with further arousal, she can barely put any bite into her words as her lashes shutter closed and takes in every close sensation of him, her hips beginning to rock slowly over his crotch, pressing down tightly in a teasing grind to urge a reaction from his cock.
nudging in closer against him, she reaches up, fingers catching on the top hem of her shirt and giving it a slight tug. it isn't enough for her breasts to spill out but it does give an even more upward push of the cleavage, almost in offering. ] Touch me.
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while his lower abdomen might be wrapped in bandages, there's plenty of skin to caress as she rises higher, the tips of her fingers dragging up over his chest, pecs notably already bigger than they'd been when he first arrived on the island. her thumbs brush over his nipples, one following the diagonal trace of his large scar before hands grasp over his arms, biceps so deliciously firm and tight that the arousal of touching him reaches down to her cunt.
and she definitely likes it when he touches her too, when the heat of his hands can reach through her stockings teasing all the other places those fingers can go. ]
You better not or I'll just let you bleed out here by yourself.
[ she won't. they both know that by now, that everything out of her mouth is all talk and the need she often has for him, in her company, in her bed, simply in her, is stronger than any bite of words she could cry out.
besides, with his breath burning heat to her ear, every exhale making her tingle with further arousal, she can barely put any bite into her words as her lashes shutter closed and takes in every close sensation of him, her hips beginning to rock slowly over his crotch, pressing down tightly in a teasing grind to urge a reaction from his cock.
nudging in closer against him, she reaches up, fingers catching on the top hem of her shirt and giving it a slight tug. it isn't enough for her breasts to spill out but it does give an even more upward push of the cleavage, almost in offering. ] Touch me.