Finishing out the night with cuddles and kisses would be wonderful, of course, but... Rose would have had to excuse herself to another room for a few minutes, first.
"Mmmm... I can deny you nothing, lovely," she wheedles. Airy and joking, but sweet. Dips her head to butt her brow against Pearl's, tender -- trying to lure her eyes higher. "And you are already so, so excited..."
Rose's hand roams a little lower as she speaks: kneading along Pearl's hip. She's on her side, mostly, with legs laced together, and the position lends a gentle slope for Rose's hand to drift along.
"Such a look on you." A light nuzzle to bring her chin up: coaxing Pearl's lips closer. "I can't help but want to draw it out, a little longer."
It would be delicious to have Pearl just straddle her here. Now. Fuck herself into a glowing tremolo on Rose's artful crib of fingers, tile-bruised knees and all: flesh bare and abrading in quiet gasps against Rose's clothes. (Tsk and tut to Pearl, later, about the stains she'd left.)
But Rose folds the image away for another time. Gentle. She needs to be gentle. Softer -- they should start somewhere softer. She can always coax Pearl elsewhere, later on.
"Can't help but want to kiss you for it. Let me kiss you, Pearl?" As Rose lets her mouth play along hers -- just a brush, to begin with -- fingertips settle in the neat little thatch of curls between Pearl's thighs. "... and touch a little, too."
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Finishing out the night with cuddles and kisses would be wonderful, of course, but... Rose would have had to excuse herself to another room for a few minutes, first.
"Mmmm... I can deny you nothing, lovely," she wheedles. Airy and joking, but sweet. Dips her head to butt her brow against Pearl's, tender -- trying to lure her eyes higher. "And you are already so, so excited..."
Rose's hand roams a little lower as she speaks: kneading along Pearl's hip. She's on her side, mostly, with legs laced together, and the position lends a gentle slope for Rose's hand to drift along.
"Such a look on you." A light nuzzle to bring her chin up: coaxing Pearl's lips closer. "I can't help but want to draw it out, a little longer."
It would be delicious to have Pearl just straddle her here. Now. Fuck herself into a glowing tremolo on Rose's artful crib of fingers, tile-bruised knees and all: flesh bare and abrading in quiet gasps against Rose's clothes. (Tsk and tut to Pearl, later, about the stains she'd left.)
But Rose folds the image away for another time. Gentle. She needs to be gentle. Softer -- they should start somewhere softer. She can always coax Pearl elsewhere, later on.
"Can't help but want to kiss you for it. Let me kiss you, Pearl?" As Rose lets her mouth play along hers -- just a brush, to begin with -- fingertips settle in the neat little thatch of curls between Pearl's thighs. "... and touch a little, too."