"Or tonight just isn't a good night. I don't think he's actually hurting for security, probably trying to be nice to me on your behalf with giving me work. If I'm going to figure out what jobs I should do and shouldn't do, it should be with you."
They had talked about a lot of important things that Diego hadn't expected they'd do. Staying was important. However, he was still garbage at using his phone and wasn't sure how to start a text if he'd never texted the person before.
"Just help me send him a message that I won't be stopping by tonight."
Diego had seen Colleen tell her watch to send a text to someone but he only had the phone that Jessica had gotten him.
"We're going to have a weekend of tech time. I'm not exactly hacker savvy, but we'll get you accustomed to the basics." She slid her hands down over the back of his shirt, then grinned where he couldn't see it against his shoulder as she got to his ass, then gave both handfuls she held of it a squeeze.
Walking him through sending a text would be easy, other than the fact her mind was on anything but texting Luke or anyone else in that moment. She had her mate, her soulmate, and some pretty hefty life decisions had been made. Marriage. A place. Their roles. That was a lot, particularly for the both of them. Her, because she had to get used to having someone she wanted to plan with when she'd given up on having that. On anything meaningful, even though there'd always been a part of her that pined. She was just glad she hadn't been tangled up with anyone when she'd met Diego. Boyscout that he was, he probably would have tried to stay away.
Diego couldn't hold back a frown at what she said. He thought she'd already given him the basics. A part of him hated technology and fought using it while another had already learned the benefit of it when Jessica was attacked and called him. However, the frown was short-lived as she squeezed his ass.
"If he texted me, I'd be able to send him one back but he hasn't so I don't know how to start one. Can I just talk to Sara or Alexi to do it?"
Jessica might have gotten him through tech pre-school but he now had to get through kindergarten so he'd remember it was Siri and Alexa. The last thing he thought was that her mind was on him becoming a factor in her life. Even if she'd shown up in his world, there wouldn't have been anyone else. She also would've died with the end of the world so he didn't give it much thought.
"Siri, or Alexa. And here," she held out her hand, waiting for him to put the phone in. He knew how to hit the contacts and pull up a number there to dial, so she just had to point out the little message icon to show so he could start a new text message. Then she closed that out and showed him the hot button on his phone to open messaging, and how to start a new message with a contact or where to type in a number.
All while staying in the circle of his arms, because she had nowhere else she wanted to be. "Has Danny showed you his glow worm fist yet? Because if he hasn't, he should. He's a big fan of all the 'cool' things enhanced people can do."
"Siri? It's Scandinavian? I don't think I have that one." He did. Diego was thinking too deeply in it. Alexa was in the car that Danny had him drive and a speaker Colleen had in the dojo. Number Two would likely lose his mind if he ever found out about Jarvis.
He handed over his phone and watched as Jessica ran through how to start a text. "The iron fist? Yeah. I guess it's handy." Diego pursed his lips to bring attention to his dumb joke, ending up in a smirk before continuing. "He's got a few different fighting styles. He's a good sparring partner."
'Few' was an understatement but Diego could still hold his own against Rand. Number Two hadn't shown the billionaire heir all his tricks yet but likely would in time. Besides, he didn't want to hurt his newly made connection.
"He talks about you, Luke and Murdock. I still don't get why people think I'm the devil reincarnated. You'll never see me in red." Diego sent Luke the text about having to reschedule then slipped the phone back in his pocket, wrapping his arm back around Jessica to hold her.
She prodded his chest and snorted at his joke. She just liked to toss out crappy monikers, like Iron Crotch. They were both clearly made for each other. He took the phone back and she slid her arms back around his shoulders, nuzzling his nose with hers. "Matt didn't start out in the suit. He used to run around in all black with a scarf or something over his head. I can pull up old media about some of the security footage with him. Resembles you quite a bit in that getup. Other than the panties."
Nope, that was never something she'd let him live down, but her smile showed she was teasing. "I think I could get you in red. Nice pair of red lace man panties to show off that ass of yours. Mm. Peekaboo lace so I get a front show too." Mr. Man in Black living the monochromatic life. Even she added color here and there.
"He went from all back to red leather and horns?" There was a mix of disbelief and dislike on his features. Flatly, Diego came to a conclusion. "I guess I'll have to see the video."
Jessica was smiling which made him smile. "You want me to wear lace?" He didn't have the slightest clue what peekaboo lace was. "I'd think you'd see me better without clothing." Diego was rather attached to his black even though he did wear a gray suit and there was even a blue one in his bag.
"He went from a homemade getup, like yours, to something someone else imagined for him. Color's not really a blind guy's thing." She knew that he'd have to see it to believe it, but she also just liked the idea of Diego getting involved in figuring out just how crazy her city was.
"Oh, god yes. I'm dragging you to a sex store. They have lingerie for both genders, and I'll pick out something you like if you do the same." She drew her tongue over his lower lip, then sucked on it and gave it a light nip. "I like you in black, too. We can get black lace for you, too. But red would look good. So would blue. Green. You're sexy in all shades, Diego. Maybe I'll let you talk me into something with a garter."
His lips were still smiling but his face was scrunched with confusion. "Male lingerie?" He'd never heard of such a thing. "Are you messing with me?" There was a soft laugh when he asked the question. "I could see silk but lace?" Diego shrugged his shoulders. "If you like it, I'll do it."
It was enough of a reward that he'd get to pick something for her too. He wondered if this was something new for Jessica or just missing from the memories he'd seen of hers. All thoughts of Murdock seemed to be long gone. She seemed ready to change into something right then and there. Diego was surprised that she hadn't attempted to remove. his tie.
"All things you can verify on the terrifying google machine." Hey, he seemed open to it, and that was a win in her books. She wouldn't have attempted to ask it with any of the man she'd had long term before, because it wouldn't have occurred to her. Neither would wearing it herself. They would have her as she was or they wouldn't have her at all.
Diego made her want to try new things. Playful things. She was guessing that was the whole difference between being in love. Back and forth. Together. Her hand moved up into his hair and she turned to kiss him. "Lace means peekaboo parts. Trish always used to talk about sensation play with some of her flings, but I never really liked hearing about them because they were all assholes."
"I'll take your word for it," he let out a husky laugh. His attempt to Google had been information overload to where Diego forgot what he had initially tried to look up. It was one thing to see women in sexy lingerie, he didn't need to see the male versions.
His exes did have him try new things. Jessica had one to thank for his nipple piercing which was the only good thing to come out of that relationship. The next one wasn't a fan of the body jewelry or his scars so he his clothes stayed on for most of the intimacy in that train wreck.
Eudora was his last before meeting his soulmate. She didn't have an issue with him naked and enjoyed using handcuffs. Or maybe he had. Needless to say, he was more than eager to explore new things with the woman he planned to grow old with.
"Sensation play?" The expression on his face matched the confusion in his voice. He had no idea what that was.
Trying new things hadn't really been on her radar for a bit. She'd have to be more comfortable with someone, and that wasn't a bridge often crossed. She grinned at him and moved her hand to smooth down his tie. "Mm, sensation play, as in playing with how things feel. Lace on skin. Fur. Feathers. Hot. Cold. I'm picturing tying you up and blindfolding you and seeing what gets the best reaction. Where you respond the most."
Now that that image was in her head, she found herself biting her lip, leaning into him a little more firmly. "Silk brushing over all your sensitive spots. Dragging fur up the inside of your thighs..."
She had his undivided attention, as usual. Or maybe a little more than usual. Jessica had him mesmerized while she seemed to casually explain what sensation play was. Colder weather usually affected his piercing. He didn't like the idea of getting burned but trusted her not to cross the line and really hurt him.
"Silk makes me think of your tongue." Diego bit his bottom lip for a moment before continuing. "Feathers, when your hair runs across me." He wasn't opposed to what she talked about but a little partial to Jessica above all else. "You know I'm gonna be hard the whole time. I'm hard right now just talking about it."
"Part of it's playing with a lot of things. I certainly never mind putting my tongue on you. Any part of you." Her grin spoke of wicked things done in private places, and it gave her great delight to feel him pressed up against her, hard and firm as promised. That seemed to be his standard operating mode. It made her feel desirable in a way she hadn't really thought of before.
"I didn't know you liked my hair on you. That's something I can do, too. There's not a lot I don't think I'd say no to, Diego. Not with you." The trust was there. Inherit, unbreakable trust. And love. That's what cemented it. "You keep biting your lip like that and you're going to wind up out of this pretty suit."
"You've already fulfilled a few fantasies that I didn't even know I had," he told her through a grin that widened as hers turned wicked. "I'll have to get creative." His arms remained possessively around Jessica with no apology for the hard bulge at his groin. The thinner material of the suit made his excitement a lot more noticeable.
They had talked and had dinner, of course he was going to bite his lip again. "As long as you don't rip it," he quipped through a hungry smirk. "What about you? What fantasies do you have?"
His reply made her laugh, and she moved her hands up to start working open his tie, tugging the knot down until she could lift the loop over his head. She tossed that to where the couch was, then started working on his shirt buttons. "You've already fulfilled the main one, which was 'have a decent orgasm'. I've had more than one. More than I can count."
She leaned in and kissed him, something soft and gentle, belying the hunger in her eyes. "Other than that, mm... I kind of like the idea of tying you up. I've also been thinking that we're going to have to get some mirrors in this new place so that I can watch you fucking me from behind."
She worked on the buttons at the front of his shirt while he made quick work of the ones on his sleeves after shrugging off the suit jacket and sending it where she'd thrown his tie. His smile was wide when she told him of the fantasy he fulfilled. "I aim to please."
It was a stupid play on words that could fit a number of meanings but all Diego cared about in the moment was making his soon to be wife happy. "If there's a gym, it'll have mirrors but I like the idea of some in the bedroom and bathroom too. I want to see you from every angle humanly possible." They seemed to be on the same page.
He stilled for Jessica to decide what clothing would come off next. "Is there anything you're dead against?" A part of him could answer that neither would ever invite anyone to join in. It was all that came to mind.
"You want me to fuck you in your man cave gym, don't you?" She grinned as she slid his shirt off, throwing it to join the slowly growing pile of clothes. "Screw me against your punching bag or on your sweaty man floor." A laugh, and then her hands went up to her shirt, pulling it up off over her head, then moving to where his belt was.
The question had her thinking, and if he'd brought up the other people part, she'dve agreed. Even without him as part of the equation, she wasn't keen on the idea of multiple partners at the same time. With him? She was like a hissing cat at the thought of anyone else touching him in an intimate manner. Male or female. Equally pissed off at all genders if they tried to trespass on her property. "There'd be things I'd say no to with someone else, but I can't think of a no with you."
"You can ride me while I bench press," he offered on the same note through a matching laugh. Diego was on board with everything Jessica mentioned. His mind was stuck on viewing their union from different angles thanks to the mirrors they'd get but he also enjoyed that she called it his man cave.
His hands went to work on getting her out of her bra as she got him out of his belt. The suit material left little to the imagination of how bad he wanted her yet Diego continued the conversation, more than happy to take their time. "Anal?" he questioned curiously.
The women before had varied to where his last was not a fan and would find it a turn off to even accidentally touch her there. Diego himself wasn't a fan but liked touching Jessica everywhere. Yet his one word question had to do with what she said; the things she said no to with others.
"Sure, and test out how quickly I'd have to hop off your cock to pull the weight off your chest because you got distracted." Not that she'd have a problem with that, but the idea of putting him in a compromising position that might actually hurt him had her giving him a look.
That look turned to pure heat when she saw the tenting against the front of his pants, knowing that was for her and her alone. She took her time with pulling the belt out, the back of her hand brushing up against that straining length.
"That would be a thing I'd say no to with others, but not with you." She'd tried it once, with one of the few people she'd almost fallen for, and it hadn't really done much for her. There was, however, a vast world of difference in what others did that got her hot and what he did. Breathing got her hot. She imagined that anal wouldn't be the absolute worst with him, but she saw the look on his face and tipped her head. "I don't have that button the boys do to make it a pleasurable experience in the way it would be for you. But if you wanted to try, I'd say yes." Whether that was to him doing it to her or her doing it to him, well... he'd have to ask and find out.
He feigned offense at her response. "I can handle my weight, thank you very much." No real feelings were hurt as Jessica was right about him getting distracted. Diego still liked the idea of a bench for sex whether she knelt on it, rode him on it or blew him on it.
"Low on the list of things to try. Unlike a 69 or waking up to you riding me. Or..." If the heated look in his eyes wasn't enough, the raspy drop in octave should've told her how turned on he was with the whole conversation. "...to you touching yourself."
It wasn't as if there was much of an opportunity to masturbate as they were in something of a honeymoon stage. Diego had no inclination to touch himself when he had Jessica to touch.
His feigned offense was adorable, and she leaned in and gave him the barest brush of her lips over his. His suggestion, and that incredibly arousing dip in his voice had her thighs clenching, and she felt the flush across her cheeks as they warmed. "Yeah? I think we'd have to arrange for that over video chat, because I definitely want to see you doing that too." She'd already had dreams of it. Him walking in and stroking himself, or lying on the bed next to her. Or in the shower. Subtly touching himself under the table while they were out to eat. All of it was something she'd had thoughts of, but she also knew that they were currently incapable of not touching each other when they were near. The only way it would happen until the worst of this blew over was over the phone. And even then, she'd want him immediately after.
She seemed to have a preference that made him curious. Past girlfriends seemed either disgusted or annoyed when they caught him in the act. He had resorted to finding his own release because they weren't on the same page sexually, the way he was with Jessica. She was everything that every ex wasn't.
"I don't know about video chat. I could always cuff you if you don't think you can keep your hands to yourself," he quipped huskily.
His dislike of technology that was foreign to him had more to do with his response than anything else. Jessica could always change his mind.
"Diego, baby, if I want to touch you, cuffs aren't going to stop me." She'd easily broken them before and it pissed off every cop who got a broken set back from her. Whoops. "It's not just my hands you'd have to worry about, either. You know I like oral." Both giving and receiving. She hadn't gone a day yet without the taste of him in her mouth, and she had no plans on changing that any time soon.
"Might have to invest in some massage or baby oil. Just so I can see you all naked and shiny. Ever tried warming lotion?" All part of the sensation play aspect. "I might cuff you up and make you watch me do dirty things to you. Or myself." She'd have to be blind to not notice how he watched her. How he often adjusted his pants when she did things like stretch and show a flash of skin, or eat something with a lot of licking and sucking involved. Horn dog.
"Never thought it'd stop you. Just more of a speed bump. There isn't a time ever that I wouldn't want you to touch me," he replied through his aroused pitch of voice. It really would be a waste of handcuffs. Maybe he'd have to find material she couldn't easily break. The idea turned him on more.
Yet he was a huge fan of her mouth on him. He'd need to find a balance, enjoying her as much as she seemed to enjoy him. His eyes were heavily lidded with desire while he sported a big smile. "Warming lotion? Like Ben Gay?" If she wanted to smell like old people, he'd try it.
Especially with how she talked about cuffing him and getting him to watch her touch herself. Maybe he couldn't break them like she could but Jessica wasn't the only one with a skill for getting out of them. There wasn't a lot more he could take of the conversation with so many clothes still on.
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They had talked about a lot of important things that Diego hadn't expected they'd do. Staying was important. However, he was still garbage at using his phone and wasn't sure how to start a text if he'd never texted the person before.
"Just help me send him a message that I won't be stopping by tonight."
Diego had seen Colleen tell her watch to send a text to someone but he only had the phone that Jessica had gotten him.
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Walking him through sending a text would be easy, other than the fact her mind was on anything but texting Luke or anyone else in that moment. She had her mate, her soulmate, and some pretty hefty life decisions had been made. Marriage. A place. Their roles. That was a lot, particularly for the both of them. Her, because she had to get used to having someone she wanted to plan with when she'd given up on having that. On anything meaningful, even though there'd always been a part of her that pined. She was just glad she hadn't been tangled up with anyone when she'd met Diego. Boyscout that he was, he probably would have tried to stay away.
As if she'd let him.
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"If he texted me, I'd be able to send him one back but he hasn't so I don't know how to start one. Can I just talk to Sara or Alexi to do it?"
Jessica might have gotten him through tech pre-school but he now had to get through kindergarten so he'd remember it was Siri and Alexa. The last thing he thought was that her mind was on him becoming a factor in her life. Even if she'd shown up in his world, there wouldn't have been anyone else. She also would've died with the end of the world so he didn't give it much thought.
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All while staying in the circle of his arms, because she had nowhere else she wanted to be. "Has Danny showed you his glow worm fist yet? Because if he hasn't, he should. He's a big fan of all the 'cool' things enhanced people can do."
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He handed over his phone and watched as Jessica ran through how to start a text. "The iron fist? Yeah. I guess it's handy." Diego pursed his lips to bring attention to his dumb joke, ending up in a smirk before continuing. "He's got a few different fighting styles. He's a good sparring partner."
'Few' was an understatement but Diego could still hold his own against Rand. Number Two hadn't shown the billionaire heir all his tricks yet but likely would in time. Besides, he didn't want to hurt his newly made connection.
"He talks about you, Luke and Murdock. I still don't get why people think I'm the devil reincarnated. You'll never see me in red." Diego sent Luke the text about having to reschedule then slipped the phone back in his pocket, wrapping his arm back around Jessica to hold her.
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Nope, that was never something she'd let him live down, but her smile showed she was teasing. "I think I could get you in red. Nice pair of red lace man panties to show off that ass of yours. Mm. Peekaboo lace so I get a front show too." Mr. Man in Black living the monochromatic life. Even she added color here and there.
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Jessica was smiling which made him smile. "You want me to wear lace?" He didn't have the slightest clue what peekaboo lace was. "I'd think you'd see me better without clothing." Diego was rather attached to his black even though he did wear a gray suit and there was even a blue one in his bag.
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"Oh, god yes. I'm dragging you to a sex store. They have lingerie for both genders, and I'll pick out something you like if you do the same." She drew her tongue over his lower lip, then sucked on it and gave it a light nip. "I like you in black, too. We can get black lace for you, too. But red would look good. So would blue. Green. You're sexy in all shades, Diego. Maybe I'll let you talk me into something with a garter."
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It was enough of a reward that he'd get to pick something for her too. He wondered if this was something new for Jessica or just missing from the memories he'd seen of hers. All thoughts of Murdock seemed to be long gone. She seemed ready to change into something right then and there. Diego was surprised that she hadn't attempted to remove. his tie.
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Diego made her want to try new things. Playful things. She was guessing that was the whole difference between being in love. Back and forth. Together. Her hand moved up into his hair and she turned to kiss him. "Lace means peekaboo parts. Trish always used to talk about sensation play with some of her flings, but I never really liked hearing about them because they were all assholes."
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His exes did have him try new things. Jessica had one to thank for his nipple piercing which was the only good thing to come out of that relationship. The next one wasn't a fan of the body jewelry or his scars so he his clothes stayed on for most of the intimacy in that train wreck.
Eudora was his last before meeting his soulmate. She didn't have an issue with him naked and enjoyed using handcuffs. Or maybe he had. Needless to say, he was more than eager to explore new things with the woman he planned to grow old with.
"Sensation play?" The expression on his face matched the confusion in his voice. He had no idea what that was.
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Now that that image was in her head, she found herself biting her lip, leaning into him a little more firmly. "Silk brushing over all your sensitive spots. Dragging fur up the inside of your thighs..."
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"Silk makes me think of your tongue." Diego bit his bottom lip for a moment before continuing. "Feathers, when your hair runs across me." He wasn't opposed to what she talked about but a little partial to Jessica above all else. "You know I'm gonna be hard the whole time. I'm hard right now just talking about it."
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"I didn't know you liked my hair on you. That's something I can do, too. There's not a lot I don't think I'd say no to, Diego. Not with you." The trust was there. Inherit, unbreakable trust. And love. That's what cemented it. "You keep biting your lip like that and you're going to wind up out of this pretty suit."
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They had talked and had dinner, of course he was going to bite his lip again. "As long as you don't rip it," he quipped through a hungry smirk. "What about you? What fantasies do you have?"
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She leaned in and kissed him, something soft and gentle, belying the hunger in her eyes. "Other than that, mm... I kind of like the idea of tying you up. I've also been thinking that we're going to have to get some mirrors in this new place so that I can watch you fucking me from behind."
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It was a stupid play on words that could fit a number of meanings but all Diego cared about in the moment was making his soon to be wife happy. "If there's a gym, it'll have mirrors but I like the idea of some in the bedroom and bathroom too. I want to see you from every angle humanly possible." They seemed to be on the same page.
He stilled for Jessica to decide what clothing would come off next. "Is there anything you're dead against?" A part of him could answer that neither would ever invite anyone to join in. It was all that came to mind.
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The question had her thinking, and if he'd brought up the other people part, she'dve agreed. Even without him as part of the equation, she wasn't keen on the idea of multiple partners at the same time. With him? She was like a hissing cat at the thought of anyone else touching him in an intimate manner. Male or female. Equally pissed off at all genders if they tried to trespass on her property. "There'd be things I'd say no to with someone else, but I can't think of a no with you."
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His hands went to work on getting her out of her bra as she got him out of his belt. The suit material left little to the imagination of how bad he wanted her yet Diego continued the conversation, more than happy to take their time. "Anal?" he questioned curiously.
The women before had varied to where his last was not a fan and would find it a turn off to even accidentally touch her there. Diego himself wasn't a fan but liked touching Jessica everywhere. Yet his one word question had to do with what she said; the things she said no to with others.
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That look turned to pure heat when she saw the tenting against the front of his pants, knowing that was for her and her alone. She took her time with pulling the belt out, the back of her hand brushing up against that straining length.
"That would be a thing I'd say no to with others, but not with you." She'd tried it once, with one of the few people she'd almost fallen for, and it hadn't really done much for her. There was, however, a vast world of difference in what others did that got her hot and what he did. Breathing got her hot. She imagined that anal wouldn't be the absolute worst with him, but she saw the look on his face and tipped her head. "I don't have that button the boys do to make it a pleasurable experience in the way it would be for you. But if you wanted to try, I'd say yes." Whether that was to him doing it to her or her doing it to him, well... he'd have to ask and find out.
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"Low on the list of things to try. Unlike a 69 or waking up to you riding me. Or..." If the heated look in his eyes wasn't enough, the raspy drop in octave should've told her how turned on he was with the whole conversation. "...to you touching yourself."
It wasn't as if there was much of an opportunity to masturbate as they were in something of a honeymoon stage. Diego had no inclination to touch himself when he had Jessica to touch.
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"I don't know about video chat. I could always cuff you if you don't think you can keep your hands to yourself," he quipped huskily.
His dislike of technology that was foreign to him had more to do with his response than anything else. Jessica could always change his mind.
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"Might have to invest in some massage or baby oil. Just so I can see you all naked and shiny. Ever tried warming lotion?" All part of the sensation play aspect. "I might cuff you up and make you watch me do dirty things to you. Or myself." She'd have to be blind to not notice how he watched her. How he often adjusted his pants when she did things like stretch and show a flash of skin, or eat something with a lot of licking and sucking involved. Horn dog.
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Yet he was a huge fan of her mouth on him. He'd need to find a balance, enjoying her as much as she seemed to enjoy him. His eyes were heavily lidded with desire while he sported a big smile. "Warming lotion? Like Ben Gay?" If she wanted to smell like old people, he'd try it.
Especially with how she talked about cuffing him and getting him to watch her touch herself. Maybe he couldn't break them like she could but Jessica wasn't the only one with a skill for getting out of them. There wasn't a lot more he could take of the conversation with so many clothes still on.
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