[ she lets out an excited breath when she hears the sound of ripping fabric and buttons colliding with the wall, the floor and wherever else they land. her own desire claws at her, ferocious and unyielding, filling her with a hasty need for more. her hands aren't shy about claiming the newly bared skin for their own fun, her hands smoothing up the hard planes of his torso. he moves then, body glided by the low light of his apartment, a silent predator, his arms gathering her up against him, his mouth tracing along the curves of her breasts just above her suddenly-too-tight dress. hot. hungry. dominant.
all's fair in love and war she might say later, when she has a chance to catch her breath. her panties are not a concern for her at all, not right now. after all, he'd so willingly destroyed his own shirt for the sake of speed. her hands leave his chest for a moment, still lost in the heat his mouth coaxes from her skin, moving to help tug her dress up her thighs, hitching it upward. if she thought he could, she'd tell him to rip the dress off of her, like some dime store smut novel instead, she murmurs just by his ear--] Do it. [ she doesn't care what it is, but she's coaxing him into action, whatever he's aiming to do, she wants him to do it.]
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all's fair in love and war she might say later, when she has a chance to catch her breath. her panties are not a concern for her at all, not right now. after all, he'd so willingly destroyed his own shirt for the sake of speed. her hands leave his chest for a moment, still lost in the heat his mouth coaxes from her skin, moving to help tug her dress up her thighs, hitching it upward. if she thought he could, she'd tell him to rip the dress off of her, like some dime store smut novel instead, she murmurs just by his ear--] Do it. [ she doesn't care what it is, but she's coaxing him into action, whatever he's aiming to do, she wants him to do it.]