You're gonna miss some of it anyway, on your way here.
[She turns her head, flashing a grin at her phone. What are fifteen minutes anyway? Nothing, really.
She works her fingers a little faster, pressure firmer and more precious. A hand comes away to tease at a breast and her hips shift and roll in a short sharp movement. The noises she makes aren't nearly as loud as they usually are. If anything, they're slightly bitten off sighs, reserved and forced quiet, like she's trying hard to be discreet. ]
[Easily the longest ten minutes of her life, but her hands are a good distraction.]
Hmmm. Dunno. Maybe you're kissing me? Maybe you're talkin' in my ear?
[There is a whole expanse of skin where his mouth could be kept busy, but she's not exactly subtle about how much she likes it when he murmurs dirty talk in her ear.]
[Exhibit a: the subtle shift of her hips rising up, the way her voice is pitched and breathless. There's a sheen of sweat on her neck and chest that she doubts he can see. The phone's too far away, after all. ]
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[She turns her head, flashing a grin at her phone. What are fifteen minutes anyway? Nothing, really.
She works her fingers a little faster, pressure firmer and more precious. A hand comes away to tease at a breast and her hips shift and roll in a short sharp movement. The noises she makes aren't nearly as loud as they usually are. If anything, they're slightly bitten off sighs, reserved and forced quiet, like she's trying hard to be discreet. ]
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So I know what my hands are doing... [let me consider like the creep I am.] What about my mouth.
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Hmmm. Dunno. Maybe you're kissing me? Maybe you're talkin' in my ear?
[There is a whole expanse of skin where his mouth could be kept busy, but she's not exactly subtle about how much she likes it when he murmurs dirty talk in her ear.]
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[meow.]
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[busier than he is workin tbh, #slacker.]
What if I'm all done before you get a chance?
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[Exhibit a: the subtle shift of her hips rising up, the way her voice is pitched and breathless. There's a sheen of sweat on her neck and chest that she doubts he can see. The phone's too far away, after all. ]