No, definitely not, which is enough for Slaine to halt his tongue right against Sheryl's skin, his movements slowing down steadily. As an actor, there is always a proverbial wrench thrown in his path, whether it's a fellow co-worker forgetting some lines or tension in the set between the director, the screenwriter, and the rest of the staff. Or in this case, a sudden shift in the intended scene. Improvisation is sometimes necessary at times like these, so hey, why not go with the flow?
He also finds that predicting someone's gestures and actions is just as important. Sheryl would want to continue with this tryst, no matter what happens. He can't disappoint her now, even if he's suddenly feeling a strong heat coursing through his abdomen. This uniform of his feels so stuffy all of a sudden, clinging to him like second skin.
A soft pant slips out without restraint as he licks his lips, taking a second to rein himself in, his teal eyes turning half-lidded. "Do you want to know why certain birds are kept in cages even if they can still fly?"
Slaine allows one of his hands to slowly glide across Sheryl's abdomen, parting as much of the fabric that remains lodged in between the ropes. He stops, so undeniably close to between her legs that all it takes is one more slip of his fingertips past the waistband of her thong. No matter how many times he's touched her in the past, she never ceases to take his breath away.
"... Because they are too beautiful to be free." A quiet response. And without a second to spare, he fondles her crotch.
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Date: 2016-11-15 05:03 am (UTC)He also finds that predicting someone's gestures and actions is just as important. Sheryl would want to continue with this tryst, no matter what happens. He can't disappoint her now, even if he's suddenly feeling a strong heat coursing through his abdomen. This uniform of his feels so stuffy all of a sudden, clinging to him like second skin.
A soft pant slips out without restraint as he licks his lips, taking a second to rein himself in, his teal eyes turning half-lidded. "Do you want to know why certain birds are kept in cages even if they can still fly?"
Slaine allows one of his hands to slowly glide across Sheryl's abdomen, parting as much of the fabric that remains lodged in between the ropes. He stops, so undeniably close to between her legs that all it takes is one more slip of his fingertips past the waistband of her thong. No matter how many times he's touched her in the past, she never ceases to take his breath away.
"... Because they are too beautiful to be free." A quiet response. And without a second to spare, he fondles her crotch.