Hnnn. [Wordless protest as he kneels down and leaves an empty ache between her legs. She yanks at his hair, torn between pulling him closer and yanking him away. The combination of stubble and suction and teeth sending lightning shooting through her body, but it's the ache in her clit that has her legs trembling.
Who says you have to choose? She's always done her best thinking on her feet, in the heat of the moment when there's no time for doubt or second-guessing. She lets go of his hair to strip off her shirt and bra, throwing them carelessly aside before shoving Hei back, intending to send him to the ground. (And if his head hits the floor, well, she'll be sorry later.) Why choose between breasts and clit when, on his back, he can touch both at once?]
⊕ Friday!
Who says you have to choose? She's always done her best thinking on her feet, in the heat of the moment when there's no time for doubt or second-guessing. She lets go of his hair to strip off her shirt and bra, throwing them carelessly aside before shoving Hei back, intending to send him to the ground. (And if his head hits the floor, well, she'll be sorry later.) Why choose between breasts and clit when, on his back, he can touch both at once?]