[As his hands start to wander, Wave wraps her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together behind him. If he's worried, let her actions be her answer: Yes, she's encouraging him, dragging her fingers through his hair and thumb rubbing against his jaw. No, she's not denying him, teasing his lower lip between her teeth, maybe nipping a little harder when he thinks to laugh. (What are you laughing at, huh?) Yes, his hands can wander, and she lets out a short gasp when she feels the weight of one at her breast, back arching the little bit it can as a shiver runs through her body.
But no, she's not stopping him, and she brings both hands to his shoulders as they continue, fingers questing and exploring over lithe muscle. He's thoughtfully already stripped to the waist, and yes, she means to take full advantage of that, ghosting the pads of her fingertips over his skin, grazing the barest tips of her nails, looking to find how sensitive he is to her touch.
But there's more she wants to do with him than she can reach like this, and she thinks he feels the same. So when there's a moment, a breath, she looks at him through half-lidded eyes, breathing out the question lowly:] Should we take this inside? Or continue it here?
[Either way is fine by her, but he's going to have to let her down at some point if he wants to get her shorts off, to say nothing of the rest of her costume! The only immediately removable piece is the bow-tie choker, and that's not as frustratingly in the way as the rest.]
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But no, she's not stopping him, and she brings both hands to his shoulders as they continue, fingers questing and exploring over lithe muscle. He's thoughtfully already stripped to the waist, and yes, she means to take full advantage of that, ghosting the pads of her fingertips over his skin, grazing the barest tips of her nails, looking to find how sensitive he is to her touch.
But there's more she wants to do with him than she can reach like this, and she thinks he feels the same. So when there's a moment, a breath, she looks at him through half-lidded eyes, breathing out the question lowly:] Should we take this inside? Or continue it here?
[Either way is fine by her, but he's going to have to let her down at some point if he wants to get her shorts off, to say nothing of the rest of her costume! The only immediately removable piece is the bow-tie choker, and that's not as frustratingly in the way as the rest.]