I'm not, I'm not, I swear- I asked about the music, remember? [ the suggestion makes her laugh though, a little breathless. because kissing and talking and laughing is hard ] I'm Gwen. [ she kisses him again, twice, maybe three times. ] It's a genuine pleasure to meet you, Reggie.
[ she thinks she's super funny
but it doesn't matter much either way because she's not giving him time to laugh, or not laugh, she's leaning back in to kiss him properly. she makes a little sound when she feels his hand under her shirt, but it's definitely not bad and she's definitely not moving away from it. normally she has no patience - impulsive is her worst trait, isn't it? - but maybe she wants to see how he plays this. hard to get isn't usually her MO, but maybe she's curious if he'll get bold here, take the lead a bit. she gets a little more bold herself, her hand being a little less gentle in his hair now, gripped at the back near the crown of his head. still not pulling, but she's holding on, slowly adding more to the rocking her hips, like she wants to get out of these jeans now.
and if he doesn't move things along, she'll just do it herself. she's curious to see what he wants to try to get away with here, but not that patient. ]
[ Reggie laughs a little anyway into the kiss, squeezing her ass as he responds: ]
Likewise.
[ And then gets back on task, cupping his hand over one of her breasts and leaning pressure softly against it with the heel of his hand before making any efforts to get under her bra-- not yet.
He groans against her mouth when she starts digging harder into his hair, grinding harder against his lap, and pulls her close to kiss more deeply before he rolls them over, laying Gwen down on the couch while he leans over her, still kissing with increasing messy impatience. He's still hard, pressed against her through the layers of both their jeans, but that's less urgent to him now that she's not sitting on it; now they have space to do a lot more.
Reggie breaks away from her mouth, tipping Gwen's chin gently so he can kiss her jaw and down her neck. ]
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[ she thinks she's super funny
but it doesn't matter much either way because she's not giving him time to laugh, or not laugh, she's leaning back in to kiss him properly. she makes a little sound when she feels his hand under her shirt, but it's definitely not bad and she's definitely not moving away from it. normally she has no patience - impulsive is her worst trait, isn't it? - but maybe she wants to see how he plays this. hard to get isn't usually her MO, but maybe she's curious if he'll get bold here, take the lead a bit. she gets a little more bold herself, her hand being a little less gentle in his hair now, gripped at the back near the crown of his head. still not pulling, but she's holding on, slowly adding more to the rocking her hips, like she wants to get out of these jeans now.
and if he doesn't move things along, she'll just do it herself. she's curious to see what he wants to try to get away with here, but not that patient. ]
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Likewise.
[ And then gets back on task, cupping his hand over one of her breasts and leaning pressure softly against it with the heel of his hand before making any efforts to get under her bra-- not yet.
He groans against her mouth when she starts digging harder into his hair, grinding harder against his lap, and pulls her close to kiss more deeply before he rolls them over, laying Gwen down on the couch while he leans over her, still kissing with increasing messy impatience. He's still hard, pressed against her through the layers of both their jeans, but that's less urgent to him now that she's not sitting on it; now they have space to do a lot more.
Reggie breaks away from her mouth, tipping Gwen's chin gently so he can kiss her jaw and down her neck. ]