She slowly started to come down and relax just as Scott moved. She kissed him back, a smile on her lips. “I wasn’t expectant that.” Honestly, she was expecting a lot less, but Scott surprised her. She grabbed a hold of him when he moved, switching their positions. “Are we still thinking about the mirrors?” She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then sat up.
“I’ve just noticed something....you’re way overdressed here,” she said as she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled on it. She let it slip from her fingers, smirking when it snapped back into place. “Time to go.” She grabbed onto the shorts again and started to move off of the bed, pulling the shorts down with her.
*
Scott gave a small chuckle at Cora’s reaction. “What were you expecting, abject disappointment and frustration?” he asked with a grin. “Probably best not to answer that,” he said kissing her more roughly. “The mirrors are pretty overrated,” he answered, letting his fingers trace the lines of her breasts as Cora sat up.
“I mean, it’s just a pair of shorts…” Scott answered as she took the waistband between her fingers. “…which I’m sure you… ow!” he winced as the elastic snapped. “Not sure you should do that when I’m so hard!” he said with a laugh. He watched as Cora started to pull down his shorts, feeling a tentative throb in his stomach at her expression. “We’re going?” he asked with a broad grin, “any particular destination in mind?” he asked as he raised his hips to help her rid him of the shorts.
*
“Maybe,” she replied, the smile still on her lips. She had kissed him back before pulling away, laughing slightly at him being over the whole mirror thing. “So, no mirrors in the future?” she jokingly asked.
She had to laugh. She wasn’t trying to hurt him. She was just messing him with a little. “We aren’t going anywhere. But the shorts are.” And the minute he raised his hips, she quickly pulled the shorts down. Was she being a little rough, sure? But she knew he could take it. Once she could the shorts completely off, she tossed them to the side, and then she got back on the bed, crawling on her hands and knees as she did so.
*
“I mean never say never,” Scott answered with a grin, hedging his bets on the whole mirror issue. “Who knows when you find yourself in the Palace of Versailles with a boner that needs attention?” he teased. “You’re beautiful, is my point,” he said giving Cora’s cheek a tender stroke.
“Hopefully somewhere they aren’t going to attack me,” Scott said with a laugh of his own. As Cora pulled away the fabric he hissed at the sensation, his back arching a little in reaction. He didn’t take his eyes off her as Cora started crawling back towards him, looking hella sexy in her birthday suit. Scott’s eyes flashed as his inner wolf craved more of her attention, it taking every bit of will power not just to pull her onto him. Instead he waited, despite a groan of frustration that she was taking her time.