The moment his thumb slid across the delicate skin of her palm, her breath caught in her throat. It wasn't the skilled, patient touch of Ruth, that could take her apart in various different ways -- slender strong fingers of the surgeon typically had her seeing stars within a few minutes, but this? This was an unhurried, almost, casual touch, but with intent. It made her realize that she'd been missing a touch like this, needed -- craved a touch like this.
It wasn't sexual in nature, and wasn't someone pushing her out of the way in a rough way either. She found herself unsure of what to do with it, so she chased his path with her own thumb, until he pinned the digit down, her eyes sweeping back up to his face. Was it a game? And the playful grin there, it was a game, one she hadn't played before and that had her missing the gears turning in his head. "[color=#2ecc40]I cannot say no,[/color]" her voice dropped some, so as only for his ears as she leaned into whisper.
"[color=#2ecc40]So you want me to say "yes, yes, yes" over and over again?[/color]" She grinned, giving him a little wink as she tried very hard not to drag his hands between her legs as she did. It would have been something she had done with Ruth, with some of her other usuals that paid for her. An offer of not taking no for an answer usually meant letting them touch her in a variety of ways that she may or may not enjoy. But Colt was not Ruth. He never would be, and Gods, she was thankful for that.
But the thought of Colt's fingers between her legs had her squeezing her knees together, there on his lap, as she curled her hand into his grasp. She relaxed into him there, in her little corner, tension draining from her shoulders she hadn't known she had been carrying until then. Colt didn't mean to bed her, or maybe he did, she didn't know. "[color=#2ecc40]So a meal, and a bath for Colt, in the big room, and you're going to carry your own buckets, that's a help. Wish others were as good to me as you are.[/color]"
It wasn't sexual in nature, and wasn't someone pushing her out of the way in a rough way either. She found herself unsure of what to do with it, so she chased his path with her own thumb, until he pinned the digit down, her eyes sweeping back up to his face. Was it a game? And the playful grin there, it was a game, one she hadn't played before and that had her missing the gears turning in his head. "[color=#2ecc40]I cannot say no,[/color]" her voice dropped some, so as only for his ears as she leaned into whisper.
"[color=#2ecc40]So you want me to say "yes, yes, yes" over and over again?[/color]" She grinned, giving him a little wink as she tried very hard not to drag his hands between her legs as she did. It would have been something she had done with Ruth, with some of her other usuals that paid for her. An offer of not taking no for an answer usually meant letting them touch her in a variety of ways that she may or may not enjoy. But Colt was not Ruth. He never would be, and Gods, she was thankful for that.
But the thought of Colt's fingers between her legs had her squeezing her knees together, there on his lap, as she curled her hand into his grasp. She relaxed into him there, in her little corner, tension draining from her shoulders she hadn't known she had been carrying until then. Colt didn't mean to bed her, or maybe he did, she didn't know. "[color=#2ecc40]So a meal, and a bath for Colt, in the big room, and you're going to carry your own buckets, that's a help. Wish others were as good to me as you are.[/color]"
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