Elizabeth "Betsy" Glorianna Braddock | "Psylocke" (psi_butterfly) wrote in x_aftermath_x, |
Until you beg me to stop, those words and the look glinting in her brother's eyes had caused laughter to erupt from her throat. Betsy was amused and incredibly turned on all at the same time. Before she knew it, however, Brian had removed his shirt and began his exploration of her body (much to her delight), and the laughter was replaced by sporadic coos of appreciation.
She felt his hands run up her calves, moving up to her night-shorts; she felt his fingers running along her thighs, oh-so-teasingly. Betsy hadn't been a virgin for many years, but this was the first time she truly felt appreciated as woman. He was taking his time exploring his new found territory, but she hoped he'd stop to let her do a little investigating of her own.
And then she felt his lips and tongue on her lower extremities; Betsy's breathing hitched in her chest for a moment, but her hips rose slightly at the pleasurable sensation now coursing throughout her entire being. Her eyes closed in a similarly pained expression as her brother had worn earlier in the evening. But, only for a moment.
"'Dear God' doesn't quite cover it, love, " she uttered, nearly breathless. Once she was allowed to recover, Betsy propped herself up on her elbows and she admired the view of her brother between her thighs through half-closed eyes. "Mind if I have a go?"
Elisabeth was itching to get him out of those bloody khakis, so she could see him in his full glory.