[Now it's her turn to gasp. Once her bra is popped open and his hands cup her breasts, she presses back into their kiss a little more fervently, too. The earlier nervousness is already melting away, because for as nervous as she was, it's never so bad once the act has started.
Especially when she can feel what she's doing to someone, even if they haven't done more than fondle each other's chests. His reaction is more than enough to encourage her to do more though and she continues to brush her fingers over his nipples, and she's starting to desperately wish there wasn't a shirt in the way... for both of them? But that'd mean pulling back, and she doesn't want that either.
But after a moment, she decides that she can part from him for a quick second. Ruby pulls back and tugs her shirt and bra off... and it leaves her completely bare-chested in front of him, her breasts perky and round and ready for whatever he chooses to do to them.]
[And there, for the first time, he lays eyes upon her topless, her breasts as cute and captivating as the rest of her. His eyes go a little wide in awe and appreciation, and a moment later flit back to her eyes, his smile power increasing.]
In that case... [He pulls his sweater up and over his head to reveal himself in turn, shaking his hair back into a semblance of order.] Let there be nothing to hold us back! [And then he resumes his hands upon her, each one bordering and partially supporting her breasts as he admires her, looking shy yet shameless at the same time.] Ruby, you are exceptionally lovely... I am quite happy that I am getting the chance to see you like this.
[She had been waiting a little anxiously to see what he'd say, but... oh. Gosh. No, she could totally swoon at how much of a gentleman he's being even though her face burns a little.
But also, she can't help the fact that she is openly admiring him and his muscles and—]
I could say the same thing, you know. [She lets her hands trail down his chest.] I guessed you'd look pretty great without a shirt, but... it's better than I could've imagined.
[Ferdinand grins at the compliment, his ego pampered by it.]
I am glad that my physique brings you such enjoyment. [He begins to knead her gently, brush her nipples with his thumbs. Then, possessed by the urge, he leans in to start kissing her chest sweetly, starting at her sternum and journeying lower with the intent to suck on her tit.]
[She doesn't get a chance to finish, the last word just turning into a gasp as he brushes against a nipple. She'd been relaxing up until then, enjoying the feeling of just being touched... but that gets a jerk out of her, her back arching due to it.
But that doesn't stop her from trying to make sure he's taken care of, either. She can feel the changes in his pants under her, and she likes knowing that it's because of her... and some part of her wants to see how much she can cause before he gives up and needs to free himself. So she lets her hands wander back up to his nipples and instead of just brushing against them, she rolls them between her fingers.]
Oh! [he gasps between kisses as she pinches his nipples, shifting in place, and that's when he captures her nipple between his lips, drawing on them once rather roughly as if in retaliation, then proceeding to roll the tip of his tongue against it. It's quite nice to receive visceral feedback as to how she likes what he's doing, too, the effects of her voice and arch aching in his contained dick.]
[That gets more of a reaction from her, gasps becoming pleased small noises even as she tries to ensure he still gets something and she's not receiving everything... but god, no, his warm, wet mouth on her nipple keeps sending little electric jolts to her core. She ultimately gives up on his chest for the moment, hands moving to tangle in his long hair as he sucks.]
Ferdinand—that's... that's good. I like that.
[She can, at least, get verbal feedback out. You know, a little more than just happy, pleased sounds.]
[Getting engrossed in what pleases her, he fails to respond verbally in turn and hums happily in lieu of words, continuing to agitate her hardening rosy flesh with laps and sucks, more enthusiastic and lost in passion than before. He caresses the tit that goes neglected, squeezing and pinching with as much zeal as he gives with his mouth, eyes shut in blissful concentration. Though given no direct stimulation himself, this does well to turn him on even more.]
[It's enough to get his first small moan of the encounter. Her skin is getting noticeably warmer under everything he's doing, though, and it's impossible for her to stay still. Ruby squirms under everything he's doing, shifting and moving on top of the ever-more-pronounced bulge in Ferdinand's pants.
But she's certainly enjoying it, that much is for certain. There's certainly a dampness making itself known in her panties and clothes in general are starting to feel like too much.]
[He stops for a moment and rises to kiss her on the lips instead, a heavenly expression stuck on his face. He glances down and then back up, both to see what his prolonged touches have done to her pretty breasts and considering whether to take this a little further yet. He is, after all, getting a bit uncomfortable down there, the shift of her hips atop his arousal teasing him quite relentlessly. He continues to play with her, though at the moment takes care to avoid inciting too much reaction by steering clear of her nipples.]
I enjoy doing this to you very much. [He shifts his own hips up a bit, quite like he would to roll a careful thrust into her, and kisses her again.] I am sure that you can tell...
[Her pretty breasts are definitely showing the signs of his attention, the nipples hardened and perky. She loves that he keeps playing with her, though, even if he's just focusing on kissing and talking. It feels good.
But she can still tell that he's getting uncomfortable—the size of his bulge tells her as much. But almost as if to tease, at least a little, she lets a hand trail from his hair, down his chest and stomach, and she reaches between them so that she can palm him before undoing the topmost button of his pants.]
I can tell. You're getting uncomfortable, right? I get it.
[His reaction gets a wide smile from her, at least, as she pushes herself off... but not without undoing the zipper, too, on her way up... and she'll start to take off her skirt, too, so she's just left in her panties for the moment.]
Clothes kind of get in the way for what we want to do, anyway.
[For a moment, Ferdinand watches as she slips her skirt off and reveals her hips and thighs to him, too, the sight of her one panty away from complete nudity spellbinding. And she's in his lap, inches away from his throbbing cock...]
That they certainly do... [He pries at his fly to separate it further, reaching for his waistband to slide it down his hips along with that of his underwear. He bobs free for her to explore, uncut, gently curved up, a fiery thatch of hair that matches his mane decorating his crotch. Compared to Hubert, the size of him is more... comfortable, shall we say. Less intimidating, nothing unsubstantial but not outstanding, either.] And this feels much better...
[With that, she... does the same, slipping off her panties and totally bearing herself to him. She's got her own small patch of hair, the same strawberry blonde color as her head, but... she's still a little shy. Everything's off, and while she does take a good, long moment to take in what Ferdinand's cock looks like with an appreciative gaze... she's still a little shy about her own body. She's only bared it in front of a few people, so it's still a little awkward, as much as she likes sex.]
[The look in his eyes suffuse with interest and the smile he wears demonstrates how he feels without his reply even being necessary.]
Very much. [He places his hands upon her hips, guides them down to her outer thighs, his thumbs spreading out and teasing the idea that he might like to touch where they're framing.] The more that I see of you, the more beautiful I think you are. And, naturally, the more tempted I am to get closer to you than ever...
[It soothes the last of the nerves, at least, to see his expression and hear his words. Her body shivers a little in anticipation, though, with his hands being where they are, and her hands cover his for the moment to give him a squeeze.]
You could. I wouldn't say no. How could I say no to someone as handsome as you? I'd be crazy. Like, you're lucky I haven't swooned or something yet.
[Like she'd ever say no to another kiss. It's the part she enjoys most. Quick and impassioned as it may be, she still enjoys it.]
Seriously?? Why not? Look at yourself! You've got the muscles and you clearly take care of your hair and you're seriously the kind of guy I'd spend forever looking at in a magazine because you look that good.
[Before she gives him another kiss, just as quick and impassioned as the last.]
Oh! [He looks downright delighted to hear this from her, though quite unexpected.] Thank you for praising me so highly! I fear that I have created a misunderstanding with my words, however. I was not doubting myself. I meant that you have already, and now continue! To make me swoon... To think that such an adorable starlet who is no doubt admired and longed for where she hails from wants to stare back at me. I do not regret mispeaking.
[She turns bright red, from the tips of her ears to her cheeks.]
Again: Why wouldn't I? I'm pretty lucky.
[And then after a moment, she decides to try to move things along. As nice as it is to just stand their complimenting each other, she's still a girl with needs and he's clearly still a guy with needs. She wraps a hand around his shaft and starts to stroke it, though, she also makes sure to lean in and give him another kiss.]
[Ferdinand melts into her touch, his lashes fluttering and his mouth popping open only to be kissed, and he melts into that, too. Wanting to spark the same good feeling in her as she's doing him, his hand wanders between her legs to slip between her other pair of lips and stroke her clothes, up and down, drawing circles... and his kisses intensify, his tongue getting involved.]
[Oh, she gasps into the kiss at the feeling. Even though it's a little awkward in the position they're in, with her still standing in front of him and him sitting, she spread her legs open a little further to give him better access to her. And the whole while, she's still stroking his heft, running a thumb over the tip because she remembers that guys like that, and... just trying to ensure that he's taken care of too.
But her kisses intensify, too, desperately exploring his mouth with her tongue.]
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[A muffled sound of zealous appreciation emerges from his throat as she sweeps over the sensitive spot, and while his fingers are wrapped in the sensation of her slickening sex as they rove further down, he finds himself longing even more to be able to feel it encompass his cock, too. His middle digit quests for her opening, his thumb rocking gentle friction where his fingers once were.]
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[Her opening accepts his finger easily, but it'd be a lie to say her knees weren't starting to buckle because it feels good and—there's an appreciative, muffled noise that quickly becomes a yelp.
Without realizing it, she falls on top of him, collapsing with exactly zero grace.]
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Especially when she can feel what she's doing to someone, even if they haven't done more than fondle each other's chests. His reaction is more than enough to encourage her to do more though and she continues to brush her fingers over his nipples, and she's starting to desperately wish there wasn't a shirt in the way... for both of them? But that'd mean pulling back, and she doesn't want that either.
But after a moment, she decides that she can part from him for a quick second. Ruby pulls back and tugs her shirt and bra off... and it leaves her completely bare-chested in front of him, her breasts perky and round and ready for whatever he chooses to do to them.]
... I thought this'd make things easier.
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In that case... [He pulls his sweater up and over his head to reveal himself in turn, shaking his hair back into a semblance of order.] Let there be nothing to hold us back! [And then he resumes his hands upon her, each one bordering and partially supporting her breasts as he admires her, looking shy yet shameless at the same time.] Ruby, you are exceptionally lovely... I am quite happy that I am getting the chance to see you like this.
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But also, she can't help the fact that she is openly admiring him and his muscles and—]
I could say the same thing, you know. [She lets her hands trail down his chest.] I guessed you'd look pretty great without a shirt, but... it's better than I could've imagined.
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I am glad that my physique brings you such enjoyment. [He begins to knead her gently, brush her nipples with his thumbs. Then, possessed by the urge, he leans in to start kissing her chest sweetly, starting at her sternum and journeying lower with the intent to suck on her tit.]
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[She doesn't get a chance to finish, the last word just turning into a gasp as he brushes against a nipple. She'd been relaxing up until then, enjoying the feeling of just being touched... but that gets a jerk out of her, her back arching due to it.
But that doesn't stop her from trying to make sure he's taken care of, either. She can feel the changes in his pants under her, and she likes knowing that it's because of her... and some part of her wants to see how much she can cause before he gives up and needs to free himself. So she lets her hands wander back up to his nipples and instead of just brushing against them, she rolls them between her fingers.]
... Not.
[She finally finishes after a moment.]
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Ferdinand—that's... that's good. I like that.
[She can, at least, get verbal feedback out. You know, a little more than just happy, pleased sounds.]
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But she's certainly enjoying it, that much is for certain. There's certainly a dampness making itself known in her panties and clothes in general are starting to feel like too much.]
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I enjoy doing this to you very much. [He shifts his own hips up a bit, quite like he would to roll a careful thrust into her, and kisses her again.] I am sure that you can tell...
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But she can still tell that he's getting uncomfortable—the size of his bulge tells her as much. But almost as if to tease, at least a little, she lets a hand trail from his hair, down his chest and stomach, and she reaches between them so that she can palm him before undoing the topmost button of his pants.]
I can tell. You're getting uncomfortable, right? I get it.
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Clothes kind of get in the way for what we want to do, anyway.
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That they certainly do... [He pries at his fly to separate it further, reaching for his waistband to slide it down his hips along with that of his underwear. He bobs free for her to explore, uncut, gently curved up, a fiery thatch of hair that matches his mane decorating his crotch. Compared to Hubert, the size of him is more... comfortable, shall we say. Less intimidating, nothing unsubstantial but not outstanding, either.] And this feels much better...
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I hope you like what you see?
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Very much. [He places his hands upon her hips, guides them down to her outer thighs, his thumbs spreading out and teasing the idea that he might like to touch where they're framing.] The more that I see of you, the more beautiful I think you are. And, naturally, the more tempted I am to get closer to you than ever...
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You could. I wouldn't say no. How could I say no to someone as handsome as you? I'd be crazy. Like, you're lucky I haven't swooned or something yet.
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I am flattered that you would say so! Quite frankly, I cannot say the same for myself.
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Seriously?? Why not? Look at yourself! You've got the muscles and you clearly take care of your hair and you're seriously the kind of guy I'd spend forever looking at in a magazine because you look that good.
[Before she gives him another kiss, just as quick and impassioned as the last.]
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Again: Why wouldn't I? I'm pretty lucky.
[And then after a moment, she decides to try to move things along. As nice as it is to just stand their complimenting each other, she's still a girl with needs and he's clearly still a guy with needs. She wraps a hand around his shaft and starts to stroke it, though, she also makes sure to lean in and give him another kiss.]
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But her kisses intensify, too, desperately exploring his mouth with her tongue.]
AUTOCORRECT DID ME DIRTY LAST TAG...! clothes = clit. oh my GOD
IT'S OKAY AUTOCORRECT JUST DOES THINGS SOMETIMES.........
Without realizing it, she falls on top of him, collapsing with exactly zero grace.]
—Ferdinand!!!
hate phone tagging tbqh
same tho god
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