The sense that he was holding her, balanced on the tip of his finger, was an intoxicating concept. Without trying, or even really wanting to, he could feel the emotions that pulsed through her with each rapid beat of her heart. It would be so... so easy. Her question went unanswered, but it hardly mattered. He was watching her lips as she made her request of again... and again.
His eyes would snap to the ribbon entrusted onto his thumb once again, then shift to the loop it had escaped. Her breathing deepened, pushing the fabric just a little further as she continued. When she lifted up, he remained still, waiting, listening. His eyes fluttered closed as he felt the feathering of her lips at his jawline, the heat of her breath. Behind his lids, Envy did its best to conjure memories and pure fabrications. The feel of scruff rather than smooth lips... those hands on her body. His eyes flew open and Enzo leaned back slightly so that he could turn his head and look down at her. He smiled as he inwardly pushed Envy out of his thoughts.
With his hand still lightly holding the ribbon, he did as she first asked. With slightly more pressure, he traced a finger from the tops of her breast to the bottom of her chin. Then again, with just slightly more pressure. This time, he used the press of his finger to guide her chin, as if bringing her in for a kiss. But instead, he moved his hand to her side, the ribbon pulling out from several loops as he did. Shifting on the couch, he put his back to the arm rest. As he moved to lay one leg out on the couch, he lifted her and then resettled her with her back to his chest. She could no doubt feel the beating of his heart along with the intentionally slow rise and fall of his chest.
His hand holding the ribbon hovered over her shoulder, back at his starting place, but he let it linger there as he took his own turn at putting his lips just barely on the skin of her neck. He ought not to. They'd never crossed the line before. It would be worse for her if word of anything beyond their public playacting got out and he would not forgive himself for such a thing. But she was here... so warm, so willing. He maneuvered his hand, wrapping the ribbon around his palm until another loop slipped free, then another. His free hand gripped her hip as the hand holding the ribbon laid flat to her shoulder and the skin just above where her corset was relinquishing its hold on her.
Moving so that his nose slid lightly along the back of her earlobe, his hand inched under the fabric of the corset, seeking where the soft skin gathered, waiting. "Go on..." he practically growled into her ear as his hand obeyed her request. Tugging... rolling...
@Camille de-Solar
His eyes would snap to the ribbon entrusted onto his thumb once again, then shift to the loop it had escaped. Her breathing deepened, pushing the fabric just a little further as she continued. When she lifted up, he remained still, waiting, listening. His eyes fluttered closed as he felt the feathering of her lips at his jawline, the heat of her breath. Behind his lids, Envy did its best to conjure memories and pure fabrications. The feel of scruff rather than smooth lips... those hands on her body. His eyes flew open and Enzo leaned back slightly so that he could turn his head and look down at her. He smiled as he inwardly pushed Envy out of his thoughts.
With his hand still lightly holding the ribbon, he did as she first asked. With slightly more pressure, he traced a finger from the tops of her breast to the bottom of her chin. Then again, with just slightly more pressure. This time, he used the press of his finger to guide her chin, as if bringing her in for a kiss. But instead, he moved his hand to her side, the ribbon pulling out from several loops as he did. Shifting on the couch, he put his back to the arm rest. As he moved to lay one leg out on the couch, he lifted her and then resettled her with her back to his chest. She could no doubt feel the beating of his heart along with the intentionally slow rise and fall of his chest.
His hand holding the ribbon hovered over her shoulder, back at his starting place, but he let it linger there as he took his own turn at putting his lips just barely on the skin of her neck. He ought not to. They'd never crossed the line before. It would be worse for her if word of anything beyond their public playacting got out and he would not forgive himself for such a thing. But she was here... so warm, so willing. He maneuvered his hand, wrapping the ribbon around his palm until another loop slipped free, then another. His free hand gripped her hip as the hand holding the ribbon laid flat to her shoulder and the skin just above where her corset was relinquishing its hold on her.
Moving so that his nose slid lightly along the back of her earlobe, his hand inched under the fabric of the corset, seeking where the soft skin gathered, waiting. "Go on..." he practically growled into her ear as his hand obeyed her request. Tugging... rolling...
@Camille de-Solar
02-18-2025, 03:28 PM
