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.
She laughed because he always made her laugh, those questions and miscommunications between their worlds catching her by surprise. "No, not old people lotion. You get them at sex stores. It's like massage oil, but it has stuff in it that makes it so it warms when you rub it, or blow on it. A lot of it's edible, since it's sex related."
Her hand slipped over the front of his pants, the belt gone now and just his fly and button in the way. But she was enjoying tormenting him just a little. Just enough of a tease to put that heat in his eyes that made him lose a little control. "Cuffs. Whips. Paddles. Fur lined stuff. And all the sexy lingerie a guy or girl could ever want to look at or wear. Cock rings and sleeves. Vibrating eggs. Diego, I could turn you into an incoherent babble pile of mush."
There was a look of relief at the warming lotion not being Ben Gay. His memories of the ointment were always post training but he didn't mind the idea of making new ones with Jessica. It seemed a lot of that had been happening with her. Brown eyes drifted off in thought as she described the warming lotion in more detail.
"Mmm," he hummed in a low pitch and looked back to Jessica with an almost feral gaze. She managed to make whips and paddles sound sexy. Diego wanted to try everything, especially as her hand ran over the bulge at his crotch. He might later ask about some of the things she rattled off but his attention was on the present. "You turn me incoherent on a daily basis."
A husky chuckle left him as his hands worked around Jessica to get her clothes off, not wanting to be in the way of her doing the same to him.
They'd been dancing around getting naked since the heaviest part of the conversation was over. His anxiety had been laid to rest and they'd come to an arrangement. Now? Now it was just time for her to do more than get his shirt off. She wanted the pants off. She wanted her work of art on display- but only for her to be able to see it. Or, at least, this much of it.
Her hand slipped down the front of his pants when she got them undone, down into his underwear so she could touch him. "I do, don't I? I hope you know you return the favor."
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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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Her hand slipped over the front of his pants, the belt gone now and just his fly and button in the way. But she was enjoying tormenting him just a little. Just enough of a tease to put that heat in his eyes that made him lose a little control. "Cuffs. Whips. Paddles. Fur lined stuff. And all the sexy lingerie a guy or girl could ever want to look at or wear. Cock rings and sleeves. Vibrating eggs. Diego, I could turn you into an incoherent babble pile of mush."
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"Mmm," he hummed in a low pitch and looked back to Jessica with an almost feral gaze. She managed to make whips and paddles sound sexy. Diego wanted to try everything, especially as her hand ran over the bulge at his crotch. He might later ask about some of the things she rattled off but his attention was on the present. "You turn me incoherent on a daily basis."
A husky chuckle left him as his hands worked around Jessica to get her clothes off, not wanting to be in the way of her doing the same to him.
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Her hand slipped down the front of his pants when she got them undone, down into his underwear so she could touch him. "I do, don't I? I hope you know you return the favor."