[ She shifts in his lap just enough to put her glass of wine down beside the bed. Just enough and quickly because he's warm and she's comfortable; though, she does pause, think better of it, and take a brief moment to drain her glass in its entirety before she puts it down and returns to her place.
And if she shifts a bit more once she's in his lap, well, that is intentional. Surely he won't have any trouble keeping his glass from spilling? ]
I'm pretty sure I've never fucked anyone hard enough to turn them into goo. Broken some bones, though. [ Among other things. ]
Are you telling me you've been holding back, pretty bird?
[He won't have any trouble keeping his glass from spilling because he's setting it down, his focus more on that admission from the lovely woman in his lap.]
Can't believe you've been holding out on me all this time.
[His hand comes up instead to brush against her cheek, her chin-- tilting her head towards him so she can see the heated smile curling on his lips.]
We'll have to fix that, won't we? Because now I've got to see you let loose.
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And if she shifts a bit more once she's in his lap, well, that is intentional. Surely he won't have any trouble keeping his glass from spilling? ]
I'm pretty sure I've never fucked anyone hard enough to turn them into goo. Broken some bones, though. [ Among other things. ]
They always say they can handle it.
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Are you telling me you've been holding back, pretty bird?
[He won't have any trouble keeping his glass from spilling because he's setting it down, his focus more on that admission from the lovely woman in his lap.]
Can't believe you've been holding out on me all this time.
[His hand comes up instead to brush against her cheek, her chin-- tilting her head towards him so she can see the heated smile curling on his lips.]
We'll have to fix that, won't we? Because now I've got to see you let loose.