[Wanda moans shamelessly into that kiss, clinging to him and wishing that it wasn't necessary for him to let her go to get rid of the rest of her clothes. She wants to stay pressed as close to him as possible, wants to feel the warmth of bare skin on hers. There's no way she could miss that adjustment, not pressed as close to him as she is, and Wanda's breath stops as her cheeks heat up.
It's one thing to get a glimpse at the possibilities from his memories. It's another thing entirely to have physical evidence of his arousal straining against her. Wanda cannot help a slow roll of her hips against him, nor the soft sound of shared pleasure.
That does it. The rest of his clothes have got to go.]
Mmm...let's get you out of this, yes? [She kisses him again, hands blindly finding the edges of his shirt and waistcoat and moving to push them off his shoulders.] I want to feel you.
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It's one thing to get a glimpse at the possibilities from his memories. It's another thing entirely to have physical evidence of his arousal straining against her. Wanda cannot help a slow roll of her hips against him, nor the soft sound of shared pleasure.
That does it. The rest of his clothes have got to go.]
Mmm...let's get you out of this, yes? [She kisses him again, hands blindly finding the edges of his shirt and waistcoat and moving to push them off his shoulders.] I want to feel you.