Re: Top Deck, promenade [adult]
“Not long.” The shifting her body was driving him to distraction, and the way she positioned herself, cradled in his arms and pressed to his face, made him groan, a heated breath brushing against her front of her shirt. He couldn’t help it, the temptation to tease her growing, and his lips ghosted kisses across her breasts, lips finding her nipples for fleeting moments before he turned his attention elsewhere.
The air around them changed, warmer, finally, and the sounds of the windy cold deck were behind them. He let his feet guide him a few more steps until he had pressed her against another wall once more. “There,” he breathed, letting her weight settle against him and the wall and freeing his hands. Already they slid down her sides, hesitating as they found the edges of her shirt before slipping under the fabric. She’d let him know how far he’d go. Her claws were still nearby. “Better?” He pressed another kiss to her chest, inching upwards as did his hands, bunching up the fabric of her shirt as his gloved fingers gently roamed up her stomach.