[ Cellar can't help herself — she breaks character to beam at him, cheeks flushed from every surge of heat rushing down her middle, and from being so close to the sun called Theodore Price. Focused — dazed — she pulls on the waistband, snug around her hips, then thighs, then loose on her legs. Sensitive skin brushes against silk now, coaxing a delicate whimper that she swallows, humor in the challenge to step out of her underwear without losing balance. She didn't think this through, but that's to be expected.
Theo's torment is, unfortunately, going to last for a moment longer. Cellar slips a strap off her shoulder, palm on her breast for a slow massage, nipple between the sides of the index and middle finger while the other hand draws an invisible path down her front, fabric creased as she squeezes between her legs. Shoulders freeze with a gasp, like she was unprepared for how every part of her would react, lids low and brows knitted.
(Cellar never stops looking at him. She can't.)
Finally on her knees, the slow descent stops when his erection brushes against hers, soft skin slick with the helpless rush of fluid behind the indecent spot on her nightgown. Lifted slightly, Cellar slides her hips to rub a smooth line over his cock, pressing up like it objects to her delaying the inevitable. Fingers lift the dress to let him see his length under hers, but Cellar's show is falling apart — she's falling apart, muscles flexed, every thought reduced to the embarrassing need to have him thrust until she's the one begging, not him. ]
Teddie?
[ A low murmur. Her impatience is going to make this uncomfortable for a while, at least until pain gives way to relief. That's fine — Cellar lines Theo up with her hand, sinks until the head pushes past the resistance. With a hurt noise, then a sharp exhale, ]
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Theo's torment is, unfortunately, going to last for a moment longer. Cellar slips a strap off her shoulder, palm on her breast for a slow massage, nipple between the sides of the index and middle finger while the other hand draws an invisible path down her front, fabric creased as she squeezes between her legs. Shoulders freeze with a gasp, like she was unprepared for how every part of her would react, lids low and brows knitted.
(Cellar never stops looking at him. She can't.)
Finally on her knees, the slow descent stops when his erection brushes against hers, soft skin slick with the helpless rush of fluid behind the indecent spot on her nightgown. Lifted slightly, Cellar slides her hips to rub a smooth line over his cock, pressing up like it objects to her delaying the inevitable. Fingers lift the dress to let him see his length under hers, but Cellar's show is falling apart — she's falling apart, muscles flexed, every thought reduced to the embarrassing need to have him thrust until she's the one begging, not him. ]
Teddie?
[ A low murmur. Her impatience is going to make this uncomfortable for a while, at least until pain gives way to relief. That's fine — Cellar lines Theo up with her hand, sinks until the head pushes past the resistance. With a hurt noise, then a sharp exhale, ]
Fuck—