( steve responds well — no, better than she could've anticipated to the unashamed way she guides his hand between her thighs and leaves it there to figure things out for himself; the fiction between her underwear and his fingers is intoxicating, and makes her crave more. and — god, does he give her more.
that's the biggest surprise of all, steve's lack of hesitancy when it comes to slipping those fingers of his between her bare skin and her underwear, and there's a soft moan that pushes past sara's lips that proves it. he'll be able to feel exactly how hot he's gotten her, fingers gliding against her easily as her hips roll against his hand. )
That's — ( sara starts, licking her lower lip as she tries to gather herself a little more, steady herself from how badly he's got her worked up — to a level that she hadn't quite anticipated. ) That's good.
( she thinks he deserves a reward for that at least, or maybe she just wants to get some of her clothes off because of how flushed she's feeling. either way, she tugs her t-shirt up over her head and tosses it aside in one fluid motion, leaves an expanse of her skin newly exposed for him, not having bothered with a bra this evening, nipples peaking in the cool air. a hand reaches to grab needily at the back of his neck, fingers carding at the short crop of blonde hair there, her other hand reaching to grip the back of the couch, give her some leverage as she grinds her hips against him. )
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that's the biggest surprise of all, steve's lack of hesitancy when it comes to slipping those fingers of his between her bare skin and her underwear, and there's a soft moan that pushes past sara's lips that proves it. he'll be able to feel exactly how hot he's gotten her, fingers gliding against her easily as her hips roll against his hand. )
That's — ( sara starts, licking her lower lip as she tries to gather herself a little more, steady herself from how badly he's got her worked up — to a level that she hadn't quite anticipated. ) That's good.
( she thinks he deserves a reward for that at least, or maybe she just wants to get some of her clothes off because of how flushed she's feeling. either way, she tugs her t-shirt up over her head and tosses it aside in one fluid motion, leaves an expanse of her skin newly exposed for him, not having bothered with a bra this evening, nipples peaking in the cool air. a hand reaches to grab needily at the back of his neck, fingers carding at the short crop of blonde hair there, her other hand reaching to grip the back of the couch, give her some leverage as she grinds her hips against him. )