Re: Howard, Maria and the theatre box
Breath hissed between teeth that bit down on her bottom lip as her hand worked him harder. A low growl sounded deep in his throat as his hand fumbled it's way under the hem of her bunched-up dress, running up the soft flesh of her thigh until it found the moist wetness of her knickers.
The corners of his mouth twitched into a knowing smile as they both gasped for breath, his fingers stroking across the flimsy material barrier as his eyes looked up into hers and met them. "I think you have a very good idea!" he grinned, pulling her mouth down to his again.