she slowly kept guiding and pressing his palm flat against the soft curve of her chest, right over her bra.
"no more games, remy," she murmured, her voice a low, breathless plea. "just feel."
a girl can only spend so many years wishin' for a normal touch before she starts achin' for it down to her very core.
so come on, don't keep a lady waitin'. what's this grand idea of his, sugah?
Maybe this time it will be different. Who knows. perhaps this she touching this soul without anything happening. He might have an idea in mind.
He could give her what she wants so badly. if she has ever harbored a desire involving him.
talkin' about bein' willing to take the risk... you really are somethin' else, cowboy.
truth is, sugah, a girl who can't touch a soul spends a whole lot of her time wishin' and wonderin' about the things she shouldn't.
He is just being completely honest about what he thinks.
He knows the game and would be willing to take the risk if it were for her. But has she ever thought about taking that risk with him?
well He has good taste in art and knows how to appreciate a masterpiece when he sees one.
Lucky is the man or woman who manages to win her heart. or have the opportunity to take her out on a date.
"ah— remy, don't you go teasin' now,"
a sharp gasp escaping her lips, her back arching up instinctively to press even closer. fingers tighten in his hair, anchoring him right where he belongs. her hips tilt up to meet his rhythm. a soft, breathless laugh hitches in her throat.
“Gambits hunger will never be solved.. ‘less it’s from yer.”
Hips moved inward and out between thighs, he presses kisses against large breasts biting down on mounds. He squeezes plump rear harder giving it a smack.
she lets out a long, low moan that sounds more like a growl, her head tossing side to side. she responds by meeting every one of his thrusts with a heavy, rolling grind of her own, her thick, powerful thighs squeezing him.
“ tell me... tell me how good it feels, baby.”
Feeling her legs close around him brought a little hiss of pleasure, fingers curling into her back, raking nails down her flesh.
"O-Oh my god... That's... Good..."
Hips beginning to flex, pushing into her, feeling just how warm she was. How soft.
"then eat, sugah... eat 'til you can't stand no more,"
her eyes rolling back, legs spreading apart slightly. her fingers tangling in his hair, to anchor his face into her breasts while giving him a little shimmy. her hips move of their own accord now.
“you're so hungry."
His naked hands gliding across curvaceous figure, and making way toward peachy behind giving it a soft squeeze. His face buried between breasts as erection grinding between wet folds.
“Gambits starvin’ now..”