Pierce
“Oh, I can.” He purrs to her, but seeing as she’s exactly where and how he wants her, there’s very little want from the bruiser to indulge in that portion. Especially when she shifts so that he can slip her shirt off, the fabric of the blouse whispering against her soft and warm skin. He tugs it up further, and whomever’s chosen to stay in the White Hart tonight will definitely get a show.
He obliges her, eventually, after the coy look meets him, his vibrant blues taking in every inch of her want and desire. Curving over her, the hand at the small of her back departs if only so he can slip his shirt off too, adding it to the mix of her blouse. Warm skin meets warm skin, each taught muscle beneath Pierce’s skin like a rock as he presses against her and slips his hands down her sides, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her pants, hitching her against him to feel the clear arousal building there within his own pants. “You wanna give ‘em a show?” He asks playfully, his voice low again for her ears only as his blunt teeth scrape against the soft bit of skin beneath her ear.
He obliges her, eventually, after the coy look meets him, his vibrant blues taking in every inch of her want and desire. Curving over her, the hand at the small of her back departs if only so he can slip his shirt off too, adding it to the mix of her blouse. Warm skin meets warm skin, each taught muscle beneath Pierce’s skin like a rock as he presses against her and slips his hands down her sides, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her pants, hitching her against him to feel the clear arousal building there within his own pants. “You wanna give ‘em a show?” He asks playfully, his voice low again for her ears only as his blunt teeth scrape against the soft bit of skin beneath her ear.
