“Why are you looking at me like-” she followed his line of vision down to her breasts which she had unintentionally put on display. “You have got to be kidding me. Now?”
“Why not?” he shrugged as he started towards her with a predator’s gait, reaching her in a few long strides. “There's nothing else to do, and this,” he pinned her hips to the bookcase with his own letting her feel his arousal, “will defiantly keep me awake.”
Audrey narrowed her eyes at him. Any other time she'd be more than happy to indulge him, but she was still a little peeved about being woken up and then there was that damn report that she was so close to finishing and-
“Come on babydoll, don't be that way,” he purred into her ear, voice taking on that deep, husky quality he reserved strictly for situations such as these.
Her breathing hitched at the tone, pelvis pressing into his without her permission. Oh-ho you are good buddy, but not that good. The sexy voice won't get you anywhere this time. Though her mind was strong, her body's resolve was quickly fading. She blamed that on the things Butch's hands were doing to her nipples through the thin fabric of her tank. She decided to ignore his ministrations, training her face into as bored an expression as possible, locking eyes with him. At his arched eyebrow she faked a yawn making him chuckle.
“Come on baby, don't be so cold,” he said as he brought a hand up to tilt her lips up to his.
“'M the Ice Queen, 'member?” she mumbled into the kiss.
Butch rolled his eyes at the moniker that he'd given her long ago. “Well the Butch-man knows just how to warm ya up.”
It was Audrey's turn to arch an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Really.” Hiking her left thigh over his hip he firmly brought their cores flush to one another and began to grind into her. She felt his erection grow harder with each brush of his hips against her own. Audrey's breathing picked up and all thoughts of work and petty denial fell from her mind, but she couldn't let him know that he'd broken her that easily. So instead of moving her hips in time with his like she really wanted to, she did her best to look dispassionate- a strategy that would've been a tad more effective if her breathing wasn't so ragged.
“Are we getting warmer?” His question held a knowing edge as his lips turned up into that lop-sided smirk.
“Nuh-” her breath was momentarily taken from her as he pressed even harder into her. “Nope,” she finally managed, thought at that point she wasn't sure why she was still trying to keep up the act.
Butch stared intently at her then, eyes shining with lust as his right hand left her breast and slowly slid down past the bands of her sleep shorts and panties. She shivered as his middle and ring fingers brushed past her clit and continued down to dance around her entrance. Her back arched in anticipation, but instead of dipping the digits inside he pulled his hand out again, the moisture shining in the apartment's dim lighting serving as proof of her arousal. “It seems as if you're thawing babydoll,” he chuckled before slipping those fingers into his mouth. Audrey's eyes followed his every motion and he made quite a show of cleaning all of her juices off slowly before removing them from his mouth with a little pop. During his little display, never once did he stop grinding into her.
Their eyes locked then, with Butch smirking hard and Audrey torn between smacking that smug look off of his face and kissing him. She chose the latter. Her lips crashed against his, a moan escaping her as his tongue darted into her mouth allowing her a light taste of herself. Cocky bastard, she thought with no real heat as Butch lets out a self satisfied chuckle.
A Few Things Come to Mind (4/5) -A!A fails at counting-
“Why not?” he shrugged as he started towards her with a predator’s gait, reaching her in a few long strides. “There's nothing else to do, and this,” he pinned her hips to the bookcase with his own letting her feel his arousal, “will defiantly keep me awake.”
Audrey narrowed her eyes at him. Any other time she'd be more than happy to indulge him, but she was still a little peeved about being woken up and then there was that damn report that she was so close to finishing and-
“Come on babydoll, don't be that way,” he purred into her ear, voice taking on that deep, husky quality he reserved strictly for situations such as these.
Her breathing hitched at the tone, pelvis pressing into his without her permission. Oh-ho you are good buddy, but not that good. The sexy voice won't get you anywhere this time. Though her mind was strong, her body's resolve was quickly fading. She blamed that on the things Butch's hands were doing to her nipples through the thin fabric of her tank. She decided to ignore his ministrations, training her face into as bored an expression as possible, locking eyes with him. At his arched eyebrow she faked a yawn making him chuckle.
“Come on baby, don't be so cold,” he said as he brought a hand up to tilt her lips up to his.
“'M the Ice Queen, 'member?” she mumbled into the kiss.
Butch rolled his eyes at the moniker that he'd given her long ago. “Well the Butch-man knows just how to warm ya up.”
It was Audrey's turn to arch an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Really.” Hiking her left thigh over his hip he firmly brought their cores flush to one another and began to grind into her. She felt his erection grow harder with each brush of his hips against her own. Audrey's breathing picked up and all thoughts of work and petty denial fell from her mind, but she couldn't let him know that he'd broken her that easily. So instead of moving her hips in time with his like she really wanted to, she did her best to look dispassionate- a strategy that would've been a tad more effective if her breathing wasn't so ragged.
“Are we getting warmer?” His question held a knowing edge as his lips turned up into that lop-sided smirk.
“Nuh-” her breath was momentarily taken from her as he pressed even harder into her. “Nope,” she finally managed, thought at that point she wasn't sure why she was still trying to keep up the act.
Butch stared intently at her then, eyes shining with lust as his right hand left her breast and slowly slid down past the bands of her sleep shorts and panties. She shivered as his middle and ring fingers brushed past her clit and continued down to dance around her entrance. Her back arched in anticipation, but instead of dipping the digits inside he pulled his hand out again, the moisture shining in the apartment's dim lighting serving as proof of her arousal. “It seems as if you're thawing babydoll,” he chuckled before slipping those fingers into his mouth. Audrey's eyes followed his every motion and he made quite a show of cleaning all of her juices off slowly before removing them from his mouth with a little pop. During his little display, never once did he stop grinding into her.
Their eyes locked then, with Butch smirking hard and Audrey torn between smacking that smug look off of his face and kissing him. She chose the latter. Her lips crashed against his, a moan escaping her as his tongue darted into her mouth allowing her a light taste of herself. Cocky bastard, she thought with no real heat as Butch lets out a self satisfied chuckle.