[He's going in for another kiss now, a passionate one, letting his hand tangle in her hair and tilt her face up towards his. And of course he's pressing against her, now that he's got her up against the counter.]
[She lets him kiss her, parting her lips and moaning softly at the gentle pull on her hair. However, she tilts her hips away from him, not quite wanting to stop the teasing just yet.]
Nope, no timetable. We got all the time in the world, right?
[The moan only encourages him, so he tugs on her hair again, a little harder this time. He's not being as insistent as he could be, but then, that's probably because he kind of enjoys the teasing, too. Makes it more fun when his version of seduction actually works.]
[And he could always slide his hand between them, just resting it on her upper thigh, making his presence known. He can think of quite a few things he'd like to do, but pretty much all of them involve making her feel good in some way. What can he say? He's a generous guy -- or at least, that's what he'd purport.]
Well, all I'm sayin' is, I'd probably be pretty good at distractin' you from your headache. I got talented hands, y'know.
[And those talented hands -- or at least one of them -- is now pretty much all the way up her skirt, and is running its fingers across the front of her underwear.]
Sure, I know that. I also know that I don't know the first goddamn thing about science, so I just make it up as I go.
[His fingers trail in lazy circles between her legs, but he's more interested in what he could be doing with other parts of his body, like his mouth, and so his kisses move from her neck to her shoulders, then down her chest, and although it's through her clothes, that doesn't mean his lips don't linger at her nipple for just a moment anyway.]
That's not how science works. And you'll run into trouble doing that through life.
[She really has no room to talk, nor does she has the full mental capacity to do it, not with her busy following him down with her eyes. A breath is caught in her throat when he presses against her nipple, the warmth of his mouth on her, but not the wet. What a shame.]
[Because right now, it definitely feels like the good kind of trouble. Good enough to tug aside what he can of her clothes so that he can get at her nipple without the clothing in the way. There. That's much better -- and he imagines she'll be inclined to agree.]
[Shit, damn, fuck. He really knows how to make her trip over her words, even if she still manages to remain cocky. It's not her fault her breasts are so sensitive or that she didn't have the forethought to wear clothes to make things more difficult for him. And it's really not her fault she arches into his mouth, but manages to catch herself before she goes too far, pulling back just to tease him.]
[He definitely catches the way she arches into his mouth, and grins cockily as he breaks away from her nipple to respond to her statement.]
This seems like the good kinda trouble to me. Maybe we got different definitions.
[He doesn't want to stay away from touching her or having his mouth on her for too long, although he's definitely got other things in mind. That's why, with some reluctance, he moves away from her nipple and kisses his way down her stomach... and then suddenly kneels down -- with slight difficulty, but it's worth it -- to kiss her knee and then her inner thigh.]
[But that would be hard when he has his hands wrapped around her legs and he's giving them so much attention. Her legs have always been her favorite part of her body and this time, she won't pull away while he's worshiping them. As long as he stays away from that one ticklish spot behind her knee, she'll let him do anything.]
What are you doing down there? Gonna kiss my feet to get on my good side?
[And he'll bend down to do just that, but soon enough, his mouth is back where it should be, which is her thighs. And of course his mouth is moving ever so slowly upwards, because his intentions should be pretty obvious by now. He's not just down here for her legs, although given the way he's running his hands over them, he'd agree that they're pretty darn fabulous.]
No, I think it's you who wants something. I just don't know what.
[That right there, the press of his lips against the tops of her bare feet do something to her that Angela can't explain past really fucking hot. It's a power thing, him on his knees in front of her, practically submitting just to get at her. It is obvious, of course, but this game is too good to give up.]
[Truth is, he'd be willing to submit to her completely, and not just for the sake of getting at her. There're times he genuinely enjoys being told what to do. Right now, though, with his lips still pressed to her upper thigh, he's intent on tugging her underwear down, then looking up at her devilishly to speak.]
[If only he knew what that would do to her. She should tell him sometime.
In the meantime, she bites her lower lip harder the farther down her panties get, thighs trembling just slightly with anticipation. He really needs to stop with those eyes. They make her weak.]
[His eyes may make her weak, but he hopes she'll find that his mouth makes her weak, too, because he's breaking his gaze with her so that he can finish kissing his way up her thigh and then finally kiss between her legs. It's a light kiss, at first, almost teasing, but after a few seconds, he can't resist anymore, tongue getting involved too, still somewhat slowly, feeling the way her thighs are trembling.]
[Her next line was about him using his big boy words instead, but this is so much better. That soft and warm tongue against slick and sensitive flesh... it's no wonder she hisses loudly when he skates by her clit, barely brushing against it. She comes to rest her hands on the counter behind her, ignoring how it digs into her back in order to tightly curl her fingers along the edge.]
[But why use his words when he can use his mouth for so much more worthwhile pastimes? Besides, it doesn't sound like she's complaining much, especially not when she hisses like that, which only encourages him to do it again. This time, it's not skating by her clit so much as lingering there, hands on the back of her thighs to keep her held close, tongue busily at work.]
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[He's going in for another kiss now, a passionate one, letting his hand tangle in her hair and tilt her face up towards his. And of course he's pressing against her, now that he's got her up against the counter.]
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[She lets him kiss her, parting her lips and moaning softly at the gentle pull on her hair. However, she tilts her hips away from him, not quite wanting to stop the teasing just yet.]
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[The moan only encourages him, so he tugs on her hair again, a little harder this time. He's not being as insistent as he could be, but then, that's probably because he kind of enjoys the teasing, too. Makes it more fun when his version of seduction actually works.]
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I do, but do you? [Because she could always use her hand. In front of him. Making him watch.]
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[And he could always slide his hand between them, just resting it on her upper thigh, making his presence known. He can think of quite a few things he'd like to do, but pretty much all of them involve making her feel good in some way. What can he say? He's a generous guy -- or at least, that's what he'd purport.]
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[And she leans back to pretend to consider things while she lets a hand wander just around the front of his pants. No touching, of course.]
I think I have a headache. [Liar.]
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[He lets his hand wander just a bit further up her thigh, his touch gentle and casual.]
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What?
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[And those talented hands -- or at least one of them -- is now pretty much all the way up her skirt, and is running its fingers across the front of her underwear.]
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So in the end, I'm still going to have the headache. Distraction doesn't remove it.
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[He'll take this moment to tug her underwear aside just slightly, so that his fingertips can find bare skin instead.]
We could test out that theory.
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[Her voice shivers just a bit as he touches her, getting her aroused and wet, and man, does she hate herself for it.]
I know how theories and testing them works. This isn't it.
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[His fingers trail in lazy circles between her legs, but he's more interested in what he could be doing with other parts of his body, like his mouth, and so his kisses move from her neck to her shoulders, then down her chest, and although it's through her clothes, that doesn't mean his lips don't linger at her nipple for just a moment anyway.]
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[She really has no room to talk, nor does she has the full mental capacity to do it, not with her busy following him down with her eyes. A breath is caught in her throat when he presses against her nipple, the warmth of his mouth on her, but not the wet. What a shame.]
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[Because right now, it definitely feels like the good kind of trouble. Good enough to tug aside what he can of her clothes so that he can get at her nipple without the clothing in the way. There. That's much better -- and he imagines she'll be inclined to agree.]
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Not at all.
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This seems like the good kinda trouble to me. Maybe we got different definitions.
[He doesn't want to stay away from touching her or having his mouth on her for too long, although he's definitely got other things in mind. That's why, with some reluctance, he moves away from her nipple and kisses his way down her stomach... and then suddenly kneels down -- with slight difficulty, but it's worth it -- to kiss her knee and then her inner thigh.]
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[But that would be hard when he has his hands wrapped around her legs and he's giving them so much attention. Her legs have always been her favorite part of her body and this time, she won't pull away while he's worshiping them. As long as he stays away from that one ticklish spot behind her knee, she'll let him do anything.]
What are you doing down there? Gonna kiss my feet to get on my good side?
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[And he'll bend down to do just that, but soon enough, his mouth is back where it should be, which is her thighs. And of course his mouth is moving ever so slowly upwards, because his intentions should be pretty obvious by now. He's not just down here for her legs, although given the way he's running his hands over them, he'd agree that they're pretty darn fabulous.]
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[That right there, the press of his lips against the tops of her bare feet do something to her that Angela can't explain past really fucking hot. It's a power thing, him on his knees in front of her, practically submitting just to get at her. It is obvious, of course, but this game is too good to give up.]
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Can you guess what I want yet?
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In the meantime, she bites her lower lip harder the farther down her panties get, thighs trembling just slightly with anticipation. He really needs to stop with those eyes. They make her weak.]
Nope.
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[His eyes may make her weak, but he hopes she'll find that his mouth makes her weak, too, because he's breaking his gaze with her so that he can finish kissing his way up her thigh and then finally kiss between her legs. It's a light kiss, at first, almost teasing, but after a few seconds, he can't resist anymore, tongue getting involved too, still somewhat slowly, feeling the way her thighs are trembling.]
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