When she returned with their wine glasses freshly refilled, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Peter had scooted closer to her original position on the couch. She set the glasses on the table and then herself only inches away from her thighs touching his. The idle chat was agreeable, but the night’s tacit intentions kept her distracted. As he spoke, her eyes meandered across his masculine features: a strong dark brow, deep set eyes blooming with smile lines at the corners; it was clear why Mike was hesitant to invite him over. She tried to restrict her lingering gaze to his full chattering lips, but such attempts must have failed as she noticed the room was silent and he was watching her watch him. A little embarrassed, she smiled and turned her face down, breaking eye contact. While he continued watching her intently, she placed a hand on his inner thigh, tracing her fingers along his skin, teasing at the hem of his shorts.
Author: followthelimestone
Sunday Night [MMF]
When she returned with their wine glasses freshly refilled, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Peter had scooted closer to her original position on the couch. She set the glasses on the table and then herself only inches away from her thighs touching his. The idle chat was agreeable, but the night’s tacit intentions kept her distracted. As he spoke, her eyes meandered across his masculine features: a strong dark brow, deep set eyes blooming with smile lines at the corners; it was clear why Mike was hesitant to invite him over. She tried to restrict her lingering gaze to his full chattering lips, but such attempts must have failed as she noticed the room was silent and he was watching her watch him. A little embarrassed, she smiled and turned her face down, breaking eye contact. While he continued watching her intently, she placed a hand on his inner thigh, tracing her fingers along his skin, teasing at the hem of his shorts.