Velma had been keeping an eye out for that briefness, as it were, finding a certain twist of joy in still being able to surprise someone as old as him. A devious sort of streak in her that he had nurtured and brought just a shave closer to the surface.
His need reflected back to him in the curve of her hips and quickening of her breath. The desire curled in her eyes, behind a sort of curiosity and sharpness that took over when she was observing the details of a situation, often times memorizing them with a practiced ease.
The intentionally languid pace simply gave her more time to watch and wait, no doubt his end goal. Not that she would complain, her gaze marauding over the now familiar form, lean with muscle and long with height. He towered over her, projecting a strength and cockiness that she knew was justified in most areas.
One arm holding the front of her dress in place, the other reached back and up to carefully tug off his sunglasses. His eyes, often predatory in nature, fascinated her with their intensity, and burned her with heat when she became the focus of those eyes. From the inside out the heat continued to build.
"No occasion," she finally breathed, voice low and riddled with the sultry edge of seduction. Her back arched as he tugged the zipper skyward, the tip of his nail tickling a trail along the line of her spine the entire way.
Wanting nothing more than to lean back against him, Velma fought the urge and remained relatively still. As difficult as it was to keep from giving into his touch, the results of the slow burn teases increased the intensity of the pleasure during their time together, and at the end. Each and every one of them.
Absently, she tilted her head ever so slightly to allow him better access, encouraging him wordlessly as they had a polite discussion over the veritable powder keg of lust forming between them. "You bought yourself a gift," she explained, letting him know she used his card to purchase such an outfit. "I thought it'd be your style."
His question brought a little smile to her lips that danced through her eyes. Going somewhere. Velma had a feeling that they wouldn't have made it out of the apartment even if she had set up plans. "Do you want to go somewhere?"
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His need reflected back to him in the curve of her hips and quickening of her breath. The desire curled in her eyes, behind a sort of curiosity and sharpness that took over when she was observing the details of a situation, often times memorizing them with a practiced ease.
The intentionally languid pace simply gave her more time to watch and wait, no doubt his end goal. Not that she would complain, her gaze marauding over the now familiar form, lean with muscle and long with height. He towered over her, projecting a strength and cockiness that she knew was justified in most areas.
One arm holding the front of her dress in place, the other reached back and up to carefully tug off his sunglasses. His eyes, often predatory in nature, fascinated her with their intensity, and burned her with heat when she became the focus of those eyes. From the inside out the heat continued to build.
"No occasion," she finally breathed, voice low and riddled with the sultry edge of seduction. Her back arched as he tugged the zipper skyward, the tip of his nail tickling a trail along the line of her spine the entire way.
Wanting nothing more than to lean back against him, Velma fought the urge and remained relatively still. As difficult as it was to keep from giving into his touch, the results of the slow burn teases increased the intensity of the pleasure during their time together, and at the end. Each and every one of them.
Absently, she tilted her head ever so slightly to allow him better access, encouraging him wordlessly as they had a polite discussion over the veritable powder keg of lust forming between them. "You bought yourself a gift," she explained, letting him know she used his card to purchase such an outfit. "I thought it'd be your style."
His question brought a little smile to her lips that danced through her eyes. Going somewhere. Velma had a feeling that they wouldn't have made it out of the apartment even if she had set up plans. "Do you want to go somewhere?"