[ When her arms wrap around his neck, it's tempting not to lift her up with her legs wrapped around his middle, set her down on the window ledge, yank his robe open as well as her underwear to one side and fuck her with her wings spread against the pane behind her. But her outfit deserves more than hurried frenzy, even if he knows from experience how fun that kind of sex can be, when they don't have long but it's still just as pleasurable as it would be if they had hours together.
If she were dressed like an angel at a party, god knows he wouldn't waste any time to find some way of being inside her. His fingers would slip subtly under her skirt and into her panties while they're dancing together, or he'd drag her into a dark corner of the room and pretend like they're only kissing with her sat in his lap, when his pants were unzipped as soon as they sat down and he has to choose his moments to rock his cock up into her when nobody's looking, or for her to lift herself and slide back down the length of him, with agonizing pauses in between. ]
Remind me not to damage any part of what you're wearing right now in case a party comes up. [ He doesn't have to say any more than that (unless she wants him to) to know what he'd like to do with her dressed this way in a public setting. But right now they have all the time in the world while the snow continues to confine them indoors, so he rewards her with a kiss for being so vocal with him, before his fingers hook into the waistband of her underwear. ]
Want these off. Just these. [ He starts to drag them down on her legs but the lower they get, the lower he gets too, bending down until he's on her knees in front of her. He encourages her to lift her feet one at a time so he can free the fabric from her ankles, which is as warm and wet as her, to his delight. ]
You're gonna lean back and I'm gonna warm you up with my mouth. [ He stares up at her, sliding his palms from her calves up to the outside of her thighs. ] And if you're lucky, you'll have steamed up the window by the time I'm fucking you, but I'm hoping how your breasts will be pressed against it will give us away.
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If she were dressed like an angel at a party, god knows he wouldn't waste any time to find some way of being inside her. His fingers would slip subtly under her skirt and into her panties while they're dancing together, or he'd drag her into a dark corner of the room and pretend like they're only kissing with her sat in his lap, when his pants were unzipped as soon as they sat down and he has to choose his moments to rock his cock up into her when nobody's looking, or for her to lift herself and slide back down the length of him, with agonizing pauses in between. ]
Remind me not to damage any part of what you're wearing right now in case a party comes up. [ He doesn't have to say any more than that (unless she wants him to) to know what he'd like to do with her dressed this way in a public setting. But right now they have all the time in the world while the snow continues to confine them indoors, so he rewards her with a kiss for being so vocal with him, before his fingers hook into the waistband of her underwear. ]
Want these off. Just these. [ He starts to drag them down on her legs but the lower they get, the lower he gets too, bending down until he's on her knees in front of her. He encourages her to lift her feet one at a time so he can free the fabric from her ankles, which is as warm and wet as her, to his delight. ]
You're gonna lean back and I'm gonna warm you up with my mouth. [ He stares up at her, sliding his palms from her calves up to the outside of her thighs. ] And if you're lucky, you'll have steamed up the window by the time I'm fucking you, but I'm hoping how your breasts will be pressed against it will give us away.