mind_blown | [imeeji continuations]

[he could say something. boss, highness, same difference.

but he lets her have the last word. he tilts his head up for a slightly better angle on the kiss. his hands caress her breasts lightly as she works on her skirt.]

[with the zipper drawn down, she lets the skirt fall and brings her hands back to jay, running her hands over his chest with a satisfied hum. there's a beat of hesitation, trying to figure out what goes where, until she slides her leg over his with as much grace as she can muster.]

[he'd tell her to not worry about grace but, he's distracted at the moment.

he leans back, so it's easier for her to find her position, and then he dips his head to the crook of her neck, pressing kisses along the line of her neck.

his thumbs press against her nipples, testing her sensitivity]

[the soft moan is probably a good sign! as well as her swinging her other leg up to straddle him. she tilts her head to the side to give him better access, idly kissing by jay's ear and grazing teeth over the lobe, curious]

[he groans against her skin, a huff of air. in response, his teeth lightly graze her skin. he's okay with getting a little roughed up.

obviously]

[whispering into his ear:]

Not too hard . . .

[and holding her hand that has black inching up onto it as an explanation. still, she gets the hint and she drags her nails down the center of his chest when she drops her hand back down to him. her other hand reaches down to catch his jaw, so they can get back to making out, that was nice]

[another light groan escapes from him when she scratches his chest. and when she pulls him back into a kiss, he doesn't fight her.

one of his hands goes back to the small of her back, pulling her closer briefly, before moving to grab her ass]

[as she follows the motion with a soft moan, she rises up and her hands slip to his back, scratching along the lines and ridges of his muscles while avoiding his scars . . . and curiously bites down on the bottom of his lip]

[there's a groan of pleasure when she does that, his breath coming out in a quick puff against her lips. and he aggressively pursues her lips in response]

I like that.

[when he needs to catch a breat]

[grinning into the kiss, placing a few on his cheek and jaw as she digs a few nails particularly hard across his back]

I noticed. —Lay down.

[-- that gets him and he gives a short moan, before he lets himself fall back onto the bed.]

Just checking.

[carefully moving up just enough to get off his lap, licking her lip as she thinks everything over]

I don't have many ideas, though. So, if you have any suggestions . . . And pants, please.

Somehow, I'm always a corrupting influence...

[and he lifts his hips at that, so hopefully she's holding on, just to get his pajama pants off. he's easy today.]

You figure out what kind of things you like yet?

[that catches her, tucking some hair behind her ear]

Ah, no. This, I suppose?

[hmm-- he rolls his head to the side lightly, considering her for a moment, and then he tilts his head back towards the headboard, then back to her.]

Panties. Off.

[she does it, finger hooking into them and switching legs to maneuver her underwear off until they fall to the floor, but there is still a puzzled look coming his way]

Jay?

Just-- trust me.

[he starts to pull her forward, basically guiding her to move up]

Stay on top. And brace the headboard if you need to.

I do . . .

[and following along with the motions until the gears finally click into place once her hands on the headboard, looking down and absolutely scarlet]

Jay, are you—

[sorry, he can't answer, because his mouth is going towards her labia, tongue tracing her folds.

his hands are definitely bracing her thighs apart, in case she gets any ideas about closing her legs on his face]

[she had that idea! but also has the bare minimum amount of self control, lucky! one loud and shocked then deep moan gets out before she puts a hand over mouth, knuckles tight on the head board]

[well, he asked her what she wanted... and it seems like he guessed right.

but also, there's something deeply rewarding about that, as he lifts himself up just slightly to get a better angle on her-- and so he can tease her clit with the barest of stroking from his tongue.

one of his hands slides up her thigh.]

[everything suddenly feels very hot to her, and she is mindful enough to drop the hand over her mouth down to her breast, feeling herself as her breath comes out in soft pants]

J-Jay, ah . . .

[honestly, it's turning him on too. he doesn't need to directly observe her to get her feedback loud and clear. he can hear her call his name. he takes his time as he licks along the area around he clit.

and with his hand moving up, he can easily slide a finger inside of her as well.]

[she is trying very hard to be mindful of him and not move her hips, but the muscles on her stomach ripple with the effort. there's another loud moan when he enters her, and she can't help dropping her hand down to grip his hair tightly, not directing or pulling, just . . . bracing, yes]

[it does cause him to pause, or to slow down for a moment, while he realizes she's just bracing him. and he puffs a breath of hot air against her. his finger curls insider of her, and then slowly slides in and out.

and that pause passes, and he redoubles, obviously encouraged by her reaction[

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