[Truly the picture of faux innocence. Even though hearing that little hitch does get her smirk to widen.
There is a slight inclination to kick him between the legs though, her own frustration gradually growing - hissing at the lick to her breast, that heat coiling tighter inside her as a hand grips tightly at his hair once more. There's also the temptation to squeeze her own thighs together, to grant herself some relief, but she has something else in mind.]
Pretty sure sayings like that don't count if you come up with them yourself...
[Her other hand is still on his belts, and with one now loosened she gives a sharp, vicious tug on it - intending to bring his hips down against her thigh. And whether that works or not, her thigh still rises more to press against him more insistently; a constant, firm touch that does nothing more than that.]
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[Truly the picture of faux innocence. Even though hearing that little hitch does get her smirk to widen.
There is a slight inclination to kick him between the legs though, her own frustration gradually growing - hissing at the lick to her breast, that heat coiling tighter inside her as a hand grips tightly at his hair once more. There's also the temptation to squeeze her own thighs together, to grant herself some relief, but she has something else in mind.]
Pretty sure sayings like that don't count if you come up with them yourself...
[Her other hand is still on his belts, and with one now loosened she gives a sharp, vicious tug on it - intending to bring his hips down against her thigh. And whether that works or not, her thigh still rises more to press against him more insistently; a constant, firm touch that does nothing more than that.]