Despite the leadup and verbal foreplay that had brought them to this moment she could not help the feeling that enveloped her as she padded slowly behind him toward the enveloping darkness of that bedroom. A certain shyness as she stepped in front of him that was not from lack want or her second guessing such actions, but from expectation finally turning into a reality at least partly. There was no hesitation as he pulled up the hem of her shirt, her arms rising upwards fluidly as it slipped over her shoulders to leave her exposed. It might have been cool to her skin, but the blood that rushed through her consistently warm body fought it off yet her skin still prickled to goose flesh anyways at the sensation. Timidness was not the feeling which overcame her as his eyes skated over her flesh followed swiftly by his hands. Fear of what those hands might discover with their exploration fleeting across her mind as his mouth covered her own once and she met him with equal vigor.

Unwilling to allow him to have all the fun her fingers eagerly rose to his chest, gripping the silken material of his shirt and fumbling with delicate buttons as her tongue danced with his. His hips pressing into her own, a taste of her own medicine perhaps, but she eagerly returned the gesture hungry for that delicious pressure and friction as they gyrated together. Vaguely she was aware of her hands making progress in revealing the countered planes of his pale chest before the pressure of his hands led her down onto the soft top of the mattress. It was plush and welcoming as she slid backwards enough that her body was laid out in front of him, taking that time to tease him ever so much as she untangled her hair from its tie and let it cascade around her face and shoulders. Further letting her hands trace delicate patterns down her smooth ivory skin, sliding just around the edges and contours of the lace that hugged her breasts and down her stomach to hook just on the edge of the denim material that now sat low on her waist.

Hunger darkened her gaze as she looked up and him brazenly, met by his own so that she couldn't resist the edges of her pink lips pulling up slightly at the thoughts that might be running through his head, if they were anything like the desires that so filled her own. She shifted almost unconsciously as he moved to lean over her, so eager to almost reach up and twine her arms around his neck as his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of her neck once more. A moan fell from her lips, unwilling to hide the effects such attentions were having on her followed by more as he began that winding trail down her body. Her breath hitched as his lips and warm breath skimmed the smooth mounds of her breasts, her hands rising to twin in his hair then, almost willing him to stay until he continued downwards. Her hips moved unconsciously as he continued downward however, images of exactly where she would like to have his mouth all too clear as he moved around her navel and to the sensitive area just above the waist of her jeans. Jeans she greatly desired not to be there anymore.

Groaning softly again her eyes closed as she lifted her hips to aid in him slipping it down off her hips and towards her feet, consumed by trace of his fingers as he unbuttoned that restrictive garment. Vaguely she was aware of him tossing her shoes aside swiftly followed by that heavy material to pool somewhere on the dark floor, but all she wanted was to feel all of him pressed against her near naked body. All of her was exposed but for that bra and a crimson thong. Her hand raised to grip the fabric of his shirt that she could just barely reach, pulling him back towards her and making an attempt to undo the buttons that remained on his Oxford. Her hands reaching inside that silken fabric to run across his cool flesh, those sculpted physique so delicious nestled above her as her lips sought his. Oh the things they could do to one another, she had not felt so thoroughly... appreciated in years and it was like freeing a caged animal, which was a terribly true analogy.

Unable to resist her mouth roved from his mouth to the side of his neck down below his jaw, perhaps willing to give him a taste of his own medicine before he could continue his delicious assault on her own. Those hips grinding to their own rhythm as she writhed beneath him rather desperate for the connecting friction his form provided if only he would give it.