A slender body shivered within an overlapping embrace. Fingers travelled slowly up her stomach, along her ribs, gently cupping one of her breasts, two fingers gently petting them, running over her nipples over the delicate cloth, hooking her steady against his body, over layers of delicate clothes he had chosen, he had given to her to wear. He reveled in how she shuddered and squeaked and winced cutely, helpless and pliable to his every will. Her fingers clenched nervously around her ruffled skirt, arms supporting her weight against the floor, his hold keeping her from leaning forwards any further to get away. If she tries, he would pull her back, but she didn’t. His arms were wrapped under hers, pressed and rubbing against her as they moved. He could feel every hesitant, lovely breath.
Explorative and teasing, his fingers slid towards the tie of her blouse, playing with it. Her breaths quickened, and her back went weak. Pulling her more securely against him by her waist and his other arm, he bent down without warning, brushed aside her dark hair, laid a kiss upon her neck, and bit. Started, she whined in embarrassment and turned her head, and he tugged her knot loose in that moment, pushing the clothes that looked so precariously telling of her form downwards, below her chest.