[Her top comes off easily enough, and it's pretty obvious that she didn't even bother to wear a bra underneath it. Not like she had anywhere else to be at the moment, right? Besides, people here seemed loose enough about that sorta thing. She appreciated that.
But Ember's attention turns back to her partner, and she stops.
She wants to make him comfortable.
She closes that gap once more, her still-gloved hands tracing some of his scars. Her breathing slows, and there's a bit of intimacy in her actions, even if that's not what she wants. Her lips meet one of the scars at his heart, and she kisses it lightly. Enough to leave a purple lipstick mark. Her lips move upwards, kissing at his chest, gradually rising upwards until her arms are clinging to his shoulders, and her mouth is at his ear and...
Well. Ember's one for foreplay. But she recognizes an opportunity for a good whisper when she sees it.]
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But Ember's attention turns back to her partner, and she stops.
She wants to make him comfortable.
She closes that gap once more, her still-gloved hands tracing some of his scars. Her breathing slows, and there's a bit of intimacy in her actions, even if that's not what she wants. Her lips meet one of the scars at his heart, and she kisses it lightly. Enough to leave a purple lipstick mark. Her lips move upwards, kissing at his chest, gradually rising upwards until her arms are clinging to his shoulders, and her mouth is at his ear and...
Well. Ember's one for foreplay. But she recognizes an opportunity for a good whisper when she sees it.]
I really want to ride you.