I do aim to please. I would be a very poor host, otherwise.
[He draws in a sharp hiss of breath as her hands move down the length of his torso, even that seemingly benign touch enough to pull the muscles in his abdomen tight, caught up in the moment as he is. He lets out a breathless peel of laughter at her offer, catching a glimpse of her intense gaze as he looks up at her wantonly through that curtain of vibrant red.]
Please.
[He has no need of them any longer, just like she has no need for hers; he takes the liberty of finishing the job she'd started and tugs her bra strap down the length of one arm to pull it loose, helping her out of it and tossing it aside so that he can palm at her breast, his touch warm and eager and steady. The heat of her against him, the weight of her in his lap, the press of skin against irresistibly soft skin— all of it serves to heighten his desire for her, to touch and taste and know her in a way he hasn't known anyone in ages.]
no subject
[He draws in a sharp hiss of breath as her hands move down the length of his torso, even that seemingly benign touch enough to pull the muscles in his abdomen tight, caught up in the moment as he is. He lets out a breathless peel of laughter at her offer, catching a glimpse of her intense gaze as he looks up at her wantonly through that curtain of vibrant red.]
Please.
[He has no need of them any longer, just like she has no need for hers; he takes the liberty of finishing the job she'd started and tugs her bra strap down the length of one arm to pull it loose, helping her out of it and tossing it aside so that he can palm at her breast, his touch warm and eager and steady. The heat of her against him, the weight of her in his lap, the press of skin against irresistibly soft skin— all of it serves to heighten his desire for her, to touch and taste and know her in a way he hasn't known anyone in ages.]