[In the heat of passion, Jing Yuan can hardly deny her request; why would he want to, when it was already so tempting to suck a red mark onto her skin. He wastes no time on it, but it’s no hard, painful affair— the general is gentle even as he works a mark onto her skin.
Balanced between the wall and his legs, he lets his hands roam over her body. His hands stroke over the soft skin of her stomach, her hips, upwards beneath her shirt so he can drag a palm over the swell of a breast. Over her undergarments, but the way it fills his hand makes him feel eager to touch her beneath them. His breath is quicker now, his thoughts clouded with the fog of need that throbs through his body.
When he parts from her neck, he lifts his head, looking down into the blues of her eyes, his own pale hair draping down around his face.]
Miss Weiss... [His thigh fits between her legs, grinding against her cunt over the wet fabric of her panties. He isn't sure what he wanted to ask of her, his voice just trailing off. He wants to taste her. Touch her. He wants to feel her around his cock.] If we don't get in bed I might have you against the wall.
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Balanced between the wall and his legs, he lets his hands roam over her body. His hands stroke over the soft skin of her stomach, her hips, upwards beneath her shirt so he can drag a palm over the swell of a breast. Over her undergarments, but the way it fills his hand makes him feel eager to touch her beneath them. His breath is quicker now, his thoughts clouded with the fog of need that throbs through his body.
When he parts from her neck, he lifts his head, looking down into the blues of her eyes, his own pale hair draping down around his face.]
Miss Weiss... [His thigh fits between her legs, grinding against her cunt over the wet fabric of her panties. He isn't sure what he wanted to ask of her, his voice just trailing off. He wants to taste her. Touch her. He wants to feel her around his cock.] If we don't get in bed I might have you against the wall.