Jesus. [She can feel his teeth picking at her shirt, and then his lips on her shoulder, and she drags her nails down the length of his back, above his shirt. If he won't touch her, she'll touch him.
She thinks she sees right through him. He's withholding because he knows she wants it. Well, if his plan is to drive her up the wall with the absence of touch, with just his mouth, then she'll do the same only just with her touch alone.
Her fingers fan out at the small of his back, then follow with a caress upwards, all the way up his arms. Once the game starts, she can't help but laugh.]
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She thinks she sees right through him. He's withholding because he knows she wants it. Well, if his plan is to drive her up the wall with the absence of touch, with just his mouth, then she'll do the same only just with her touch alone.
Her fingers fan out at the small of his back, then follow with a caress upwards, all the way up his arms. Once the game starts, she can't help but laugh.]