Post by mac on Jun 8, 2017 3:43:57 GMT
Arthur was glad she reciprocated his kiss, not that he really thought she wasn’t going to. He hadn’t expected to intent to turn it into sex, but here he was, hungrily moving his lips against her and deepening the kiss just like she did. It didn’t matter that they’d just ate or that his original intention was to take it slow? When had they ever taken it slow? They had always been fast, rough, and dirty.
It was about time they brought that back.
He slid his hands down to her ass to give it another squeeze, feeling her hands slip up into his hair. God, had her fingers always felt good tangling in the strands? He missed that. He missed it a fucking lot. He slipped his hands up her top, roughly pulling her by the waist away from the kitchen and towards the door, beyond which his bedroom was only a few feet. He slid his hands up to her shirt, his hands gently brushing against the top of her breasts as he began to frantically undo the buttons of her shirt. Just a few more, and he’d finally be able to look at her chest. When he got a few buttons popped, he pulled away to steal a glance down at her, before he moved his face to her neck, planting kisses along it, his hands trying to slide towards the back of her bra. ”I haven’t been able to take my eyes off your chest all night,” he half-moaned against her neck, ”Probably because of all the cleavage this damn shirt gives you.”