Re: Deluxe floor: 12:10 am
Terribly compliant, his back found the wall under her guidance. An arch and settle of spine against drywall, his smile was nothing but carnivorous enjoyment when the blonde leaned in. Her words amused him, and while he said nothing for a minute, he continued to gather the fabric of her dress in his hand. Higher, and higher. It was almost an idle pace.
"Maybe," he considered with a slow drawl to the word. Using the edge of his tongue to ardently salve his lower lip, which she'd just tugged through her teeth.
"Let me see some more," he murmured in contemplation, as if he was taking perusal of something with a possible intention to buy. In dwindling patience, he caught the hem of her dress in his free hand and bunched it at her hip. A swift and savvy little two step had them spinning, because he preferred her back against the wall. And his preferences were always priority.