Re: Top Deck, promenade [adult]
It hadn't been deliberate, the way she'd twisted and leaned up, but oh did she appreciate the result of it. The fabric of her shirt was thin enough that there was barely a whisper between her skin and his mouth, the delicately knit weave of it only added rough texture that made her entire body shiver with notice of it. The sound it pulled from her throat was half gasp and half startled moan. The drag against her nipples was electric, and she would have been glad for that never to end.
But then they were inside, the sudden warmth barely heated, but compared to the water-chilled wind outside, it was enough to make a prickle of sweat start at the base of her skull. The wall she found herself against was still cool though, gratifyingly solid, and she tipped her head back against it for that first moment. The next sound from her lips was a soft hum, an agreement to his question (without words) that she was more than pleased with their change in location.
She wanted to shift, to arch back and lift her arms so that the shirt could be drawn over her head, tossed away. She squirmed, pinned between him and the wall, but that only served to press her against the muscled line of his body and make her shudder. She knew what her body wanted, knew how it was meant to go, but she found herself at a loss to ask. Feline she may have been, reveling in the sensual heat of everything about him, but she hadn't done this before. Not like this. And she had to kiss him again, hard and with more than a little desperation, to keep that confession from slipping out.
She wanted his skin against hers, something warm and alive, but everything other than his neck and face was covered. Even if the drag of his gloves over the skin along her sides had her shuddering again, eyes closed to drink up every millimeter of movement, she still craved more. Eyes still shut, chest pressed against his with every deep breath she took, instead of pulling off her own shirt she reached down to find his left wrist, to insinuate fingers beneath the glove there. The wall at her back and legs around his body ensured that she could let go, use both hands as she twisted just enough to try to get that glove off. Even just one. "Come on," she whispered in growing frustration. Claws well hidden, she didn't know how else to articulate what she wanted other than those quiet little words.