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[He's blushing enough for the both of them - unhooks the bra, biting at his lip, and offers it up to her]

You want me to, uh...

If you don't mind.

[She turns around so he can properly hook it back on?]

R-right. Uh.

[He steps forward, so that his chest is almost pressed flush to her back - enough, surely, for them both to feel the warmth of each other's skin]

[He eases the shirt off, setting it carefully aside. Then he guides one of her arms into the bra - works the soft fabric around the front of her, and guides in the other arm. Behind her, he flushes deeper still - lifts one of her breasts, gentle, to guide it into a comfortable position in the cup, and then follows suit on the next]

[And if, perhaps, it takes him a little longer to manage this last part than it might usually otherwise, surely he can be forgiven,]

Edited 2021-12-13 22:57 (UTC)

[It is in fact important to make sure that clothes fit their best, right? So if she shivers into his chest--presses hers into his hands with a soft groan--that's just making sure the outfit is going to look as it should, right? It's important to put in the time to do it right]

[Eventually--]

...The bottom too, right?

Ah... yeah. I can help with that, too.

[He gives one last lingering squeeze - lets go, to hook the bra closed behind her. When it's in place, he runs his fingers over the surace of the cups, to make sure it;s on straight]

[Then his hands come to her hips, tracing the waistband of her slacks]

[The extra care is appreciated and (spoilers) will happily be reciprocated at a future time]

[For now she gives an anticipatory shiver against him, breath going more shallow]

[If he were to explore further, he'd find simple cotton boyshorts beneath; presumably she'd not been expecting to impress when she'd dressed that morning so the change works out,]

[By the shy path his eyes take, she's managed to impress whether she intended to or not; certainly his gaze slips down to the boyshorts, lingering for a moment as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slowly eases them down]

[Possibly this could have been done with less lingering touches to her hips and thighs and calves, but he is being nothing if not thorough]

[She lets out a soft sound as he undresses her, the gusset of the boy shorts already sporting a damp spot by the time he finally works them off.

The fresh pair are surely fated for the same, as she squirms in place even before he makes it to finding the new panties, her nipples pressed tight against the mesh of the bra, but she doesn't interrupt--somehow finding patience for once]

Edited 2021-12-14 07:25 (UTC)

[Before the boy shorts come down, he brushes against that damp spot with the tips of his fingers, soft and searching - trails upward from there, to the waistband, so that he can work them slowly down]

[Then he's reaching for the new pair - goes down to his knees, there at her feet, to help her step into them]

[There's a definite whimper as he goes to her knees--looks up at him from the floor, like some sort of royalty; close enough that she can feel his breath and the brush of his hair against hers.

Arousal begins to seep down her inner thigh, and she puts her hand to his head, for balance,]

[He leans into the touch of her hand - spots the trickle on her inner thigh, and his lips part, just a little]

[He shifts, there on the floor - reaches out, almost wondering, to trace the trail with his finger. When he looks up at her, his eyes are half-lidded and his cheeks are dark]

S'gonna be a mess if I put em on you like this.

[He licks at his lips - glances up toward her face, almost shy]

You want me to clean you up some, first...?

[She shivers just at the feel of that heavy-lidded gaze on her. When he actually reaches out to touch, she rocks into it before she can help herself. Her hand flexes, furrowing into his hair]

Yeah... Can't put on no suits like this, right?

[She looks back down at him, face dark with desire]

Yeah... yeah.

[He shivers, hard, at the grip on his hair]

Guess we better get you ready.

[This time, when he leans in to wipe at the mess on her thigh, it's with his tongue]

[A breathless curse as she shudders forward, resting her weight on him. She wriggles her legs apart best she can to give him better access]

[He laps away the wetness on her thigh, thorough - gives the same treatment to the other side, too, just to be sure]

[Then he turns his attention between her legs, licking carefully between her lips - shallow laps, at first, as though to catch any lingering moisture]

Fuck, Jacob...

[There's still no bottom in her voice, and she squeezes at his hair as if to keep herself still, not him. Her hips quickly begin to chase those gentle licks nevertheless, lips glistening despite his hard work]

[If there's still more to clean up, plainly he needs to work harder]

[The swipes of his tongue begin to nudge deeper, between the folds - take periodic pauses, to thoroughly lap away the moisture on her outer lips, as well, before diving in again, each time with more enthusiasm than the last]

[And if perhaps he squirms a little, at that hand in his hair holding him in place - well, perhaps she'll be too distracted to notice]

[She does in fact seem distracted, especially each time he stops--even moreso each time he restarts. Her eyes flutter shut each time, as she rolls against his face with a little more abandon, urging him that much more firmly against her]

[His tongue delves deeper, seemingly encouraged by the motion of her hips and the urgent press against him]

[As he works, one hand comes up to her thigh, as though to steady her; the other traces higher, seeking out the sensitive nub at the front. He begins to rub at her, soft circles that serve as a counterpoint to the firm strokes of his tongue]

[The curse this time is more of a groan, and she leans more weight against him--flexes her fingers against his hair in case he'd been considering pulling away. The judder of her hips goes a little shaky as she arches between the wet pressure of his tongue and the sharp sparks from his fingers, more than enough lubrication to slip-slide between the two of them at a faster pace.

The hand not in his hair has long wandered up to rub and tug at her own chest. Her nipples strain against the gauzy fabric, extra frissons of pressure each time she so much as breathes.

It's not long until there's much more urgency in her voice]

Jacob...

[He doesn't seem in a hurry to go anywhere - to do anything but this]

[He shifts again, there on his knees, as her hand tightens in his hair - licks deeper still, as though searching out every drop of moisture, diligently making sure she's clean and ready. The hand at the front begins to speed its pace, the circles becoming firmer and more satisfying]

[At the sound of his name, he hums a question against her, without pulling away, and the vibration trembles through her with the close contact]

[She stutters out a sigh in return, trembling along with that vibration and beyond--ramping up to match pace and pressure with those firm circles. Both of her hands tug harder, her eyes fluttering shut]

F-fuck, Jacob... I-I'm almost--I'm so close...

[Another hum, encouraging this time; he redoubles his efforts, licking in deep and firm. The hand working against her speeds its pace, slip-sliding over the hood of her clit in firm circles]

[The fingers of his other hand, the ones splayed gently against her thigh, curl in just a little - drag along the sensitive skin there, one more layer of sensation to help push her over the edge]

[Just that extra touch is enough, and she rocks hard into the light scratch of his nails, and again into the heavy pressure over her clit, and she pulls sharply at his hair, grinding helplessly into his mouth with a hoarse cry]

[He works her through it, thorough and enthusiastic - intent, it would seem, on lapping up all of the wetness before it has a chance to escape]

[When her trembles begin to slow, he eases carefully back - takes his hand away, and gives a few more soft little laps to clean the remaining moisture from her lips and the sensitive nub at the front]

...there.

[He sounds a little breathless; his cheeks are flushed, and his pupils blown]

Think that'll do it.

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