Re: Daffadowndilly | 4-13-2020 | Afternoon
Her words were nearly has powerful as her hands at that moment - nearly. Dominic Bystrom loved being her champion, whether or not she was being cheeky. Dom couldn't really tell because her fingers caused his lungs to pause and his hips to start. If not for the importance of keeping his lips against her skin his head could have easily rolled back on to the sofa and laid there forever.
"Under every powerful woman is a strong man telling her she doesn't need him," Dom whispered in a that sincere jokey way he made everything that contained real feeling sound. "Oops," he said because her maneuvering had forced an escape from his boxer-briefs. "Only one thing to do now," Dom added in the same tone he'd have used trying to fix the manor's computer. Dom's fingers pulled that thin piece of fabric away from Eva's body and allowed her body to sink. But he pressed her against the underside of his exposure - expertly positioned so the Dom's head applied so much pressure to Eva's most sensitive spot.