[ Harley always just goes for it unless she's with someone like-minded. Then there's a little battle for control sometimes, but it usually just adds to the fun. So, if her assertiveness is something that relaxes Carver, then this should all be smooth sailing.
She arches her tight body into his touch as his hand trails down her ribcage to settle at her hip. He squeezes, but she notes that it's not a crushing grip. Firm, but not enough to leave a mark the next day. She smiles against his lips and then brings another hand up, cupping his face as she kisses him more intensely. She moans into his mouth, the sound vibrating between their lips when he drags his teeth over her flesh, letting him know precisely how she feels about that. If he needs reactions to guide him, she can do that. Not that she can help it most of the time. She's actually being a bit more subdued than normal. Harley is anything but quiet in bed, but something about Carver tells her to take it easy and test his limits rather than doing exactly what she's used to.
Her hand drops from his face to his thigh and then her palm is sliding up until she reaches his lap, pressing her palm firmly against his crotch. There are far too many layers in between them and she pulls back from the kiss but only far enough to speak breathlessly. ]
Too much clothing...
[ She's already pulling back to shed her shirt and shimmy out of her jean shorts and suspenders, leaving her in the hot pink sports bra and a pair of panties. Your turn, Carver. Unless you want her taking your clothes off. ]
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Date: 2022-09-27 03:24 am (UTC)She arches her tight body into his touch as his hand trails down her ribcage to settle at her hip. He squeezes, but she notes that it's not a crushing grip. Firm, but not enough to leave a mark the next day. She smiles against his lips and then brings another hand up, cupping his face as she kisses him more intensely. She moans into his mouth, the sound vibrating between their lips when he drags his teeth over her flesh, letting him know precisely how she feels about that. If he needs reactions to guide him, she can do that. Not that she can help it most of the time. She's actually being a bit more subdued than normal. Harley is anything but quiet in bed, but something about Carver tells her to take it easy and test his limits rather than doing exactly what she's used to.
Her hand drops from his face to his thigh and then her palm is sliding up until she reaches his lap, pressing her palm firmly against his crotch. There are far too many layers in between them and she pulls back from the kiss but only far enough to speak breathlessly. ]
Too much clothing...
[ She's already pulling back to shed her shirt and shimmy out of her jean shorts and suspenders, leaving her in the hot pink sports bra and a pair of panties. Your turn, Carver. Unless you want her taking your clothes off. ]