Elizabeth "Betsy" Glorianna Braddock | "Psylocke" (psi_butterfly) wrote in x_aftermath_x, |
"I shall," Betsy replied, smirking softly. While he knelt on the bed, she placed both of her hands upon his chest, then proceeded to run them up and down. She was admiring the curves of his muscles, and just how wonderfully ripped he was. Brian truly had a body of a God.
Though, the same could probably said for her. Only the word 'goddess' would substitute for the word 'god.' Betsy, while not insanely vain, still took pride in her physical appearance. This mostly stemmed from all of those years as a professional model; so it was no wonder she took so much time to keep fit.
Betsy's back straightened a little, as she continued to move her knees forward, letting her hands drop ever-lower until her fingers were poised on the edge of the waistband of his pants. She let them trail around until they reach the front, where the fly was and she went onto unbuttoning it; Betsy took her time with helping him with the zipper.
She might've been a tease, but it was for good reason. After a good number of years, she had learned the teasing only heightened the pleasure-making experience.
Her head tilted to the side and she pressed her nose and lips into the curvature of his neck, kissing and teasingly suckling, all while tugging at his pants.
Once they had made it half way down his thighs, Betsy pulled back slightly and gave him a playful shove; one that suggested that he get on his back.
It was her turn to play.