[Liem's head tips back on a small, hungry sigh as Jester leans in to kiss the bared skin beneath his collar. For a bright moment all he can focus on are her mouth at his throat, her body leaning closer, and the smooth flesh of her thighs beneath his still-lingering hands. She already told him to sit back and let her have her way with him—and he intends to—but he can't be near her without wanting to touch.
He wants to map her curves and her freckles and her scars with his hands, and then again with his mouth. Now that the barrier of her clothes is out of the way, he wants to revisit all the parts of her he only briefly got to sample as she was undressing. Liem shifts back reluctantly, drawing back to subside against the headboard as his eyes linger intently on her.]
Jester… [His soft voice has a hopeful undercurrent.] Would you like me to touch you?
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He wants to map her curves and her freckles and her scars with his hands, and then again with his mouth. Now that the barrier of her clothes is out of the way, he wants to revisit all the parts of her he only briefly got to sample as she was undressing. Liem shifts back reluctantly, drawing back to subside against the headboard as his eyes linger intently on her.]
Jester… [His soft voice has a hopeful undercurrent.] Would you like me to touch you?