Prettiest boy in the bar and the prettiest girl in the bar: it was bound to happen.
She's beautiful, and there's a slow and luxurious sensuality to Faye that she keeps really well hidden. He didn't know, didn't suspect. He thought she would be a pure force to be reckoned with in bed and she is, but she's also full of surprises. Little flirtations, unexpected sweetnesses, turns of phrase and fingertips both that belie her outward indignation when someone first eyes her up and down, as if despite her dress she deserves this special prioritized dispensation from prying appreciative eyes.
And who wouldn't want to look her up and down? Who in the universe could resist? She's all curves and fluid texture and dark-haired green-eyed lust packed into a yellow-and-red-clad bundle, and one of the biggest pleasures and honors he's had lately has been peeling that protective skin off her slowly, intentionally.
It's all about the way she feels beneath his hands, the way her hands feel on him, the way she looks up at him through those eyes of hers, the perfect plum of her lips, the demand tugging at the ragged and husky edges of her voice. In the heat of the moment Faye's as much tigress as woman and it's one of the headiest combinations he can imagine.
Just now he doesn't say a word. Instead, he lowers his body back onto the bed, rolls onto his own stomach, and on the way by, presses a kiss that's not quite lustful but neither is it soft and chaste to the spot right at the back of her neck.
See, he likes it when he makes her shiver just a little.
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She's beautiful, and there's a slow and luxurious sensuality to Faye that she keeps really well hidden. He didn't know, didn't suspect. He thought she would be a pure force to be reckoned with in bed and she is, but she's also full of surprises. Little flirtations, unexpected sweetnesses, turns of phrase and fingertips both that belie her outward indignation when someone first eyes her up and down, as if despite her dress she deserves this special prioritized dispensation from prying appreciative eyes.
And who wouldn't want to look her up and down? Who in the universe could resist? She's all curves and fluid texture and dark-haired green-eyed lust packed into a yellow-and-red-clad bundle, and one of the biggest pleasures and honors he's had lately has been peeling that protective skin off her slowly, intentionally.
It's all about the way she feels beneath his hands, the way her hands feel on him, the way she looks up at him through those eyes of hers, the perfect plum of her lips, the demand tugging at the ragged and husky edges of her voice. In the heat of the moment Faye's as much tigress as woman and it's one of the headiest combinations he can imagine.
Just now he doesn't say a word. Instead, he lowers his body back onto the bed, rolls onto his own stomach, and on the way by, presses a kiss that's not quite lustful but neither is it soft and chaste to the spot right at the back of her neck.
See, he likes it when he makes her shiver just a little.