taking advantage of a napping baby [[closed to Joslire for H&M]]

[prophetepiphany]

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[knife_fighter]

With Laura on his lap, her breasts were easy to reach with his lips and tongue, he just had to bend his head, like so.

[prophetepiphany]

When he did, Laura gasped softly and closed her eyes, bringing a hand to rest on the back of his neck. Idly, her hips rocked against his as her lips dragged slowly across his shoulder. "Now we just have to get our pants off, but that means getting up..."

[knife_fighter]

"In a bit," Joslire breathed, making sure that her breasts and nipples were gently but thoroughly explored and stimulated.

[prophetepiphany]

Chuckling, the sound turned into a low moan as she concentrated on the warmth of his mouth, and his tongue turning her nipples into hardened peaks.

[knife_fighter]

Joslire's hands roamed down the waistband of her pants, to caress her bottom.

[prophetepiphany]

Trying to nudge on on the attention her breasts were getting, Laura found his lips again to kiss him. Her mouth felt a little lonely after all, when she went too long without him.

Letting her hands move down his shoulders, she was a bit self indulgent as she squeezed his muscles, and made a very appreciative sound in the back of her throat.

[knife_fighter]

Those muscles rippled as Joslire lifted her bottom, to begin sliding her pants down.

[prophetepiphany]

Raising her hips obligingly, Laura went to work on his pants as well, but she only got as far as unzipping them in his position. Her own pants got down around her hips, and reluctantly, she started to move so that they could undress.

She was impatient - she wanted to feel his body against hers, and the best way was with no clothes.

[knife_fighter]

Joslire lifted her, and laid her on the sofa beside him to skim her pants the rest of the way off.

[prophetepiphany]

Raising her hips to help, she then stretched out on the couch. Her hands reached for him, and she sat up a bit to be able to kiss him again.

Laura moved her hands to his pants as well, pushing them down with his hip wrap.

[knife_fighter]

Once his pants and hip wrap were down over his hips, Joslire kicked them off impatiently, then lay down over Laura anxious to feel as much of her skin against his as he could get.

Even as they lay back together, he kept his lips to hers very unwilling to break that contact.

[prophetepiphany]

Laura loved the feel of his body against hers, and she took a few long moments to take her time and indulge in his warmth. Running her hands up and down his back slowly, she kissed along his neck and jaw line before finding his lips again and kissing him deeply. She playfully fought for dominance in the kiss before giving in (not at all unwillingly) and sank back into the couch.

[knife_fighter]

Joslire was excited by her playfulness and his hips rocked against her as he sank down with her.

He kissed along her jaw and throat, then down to her collarbone, and her breasts.

[prophetepiphany]

Laura made a soft, almost mewling sound in the back of her throat as she tilted her head back to give him better access. And then, his lips were at her breast again and she whimpered his name softly.

[knife_fighter]

Joslire thoroughly attended to them both, then began kissing again, down to her belly. Yes the skin was looser there now, but he liked it -- it gave him something to nibble on.

[prophetepiphany]

Still in the playful spirit, Laura wriggled a little with a grin. "Your beard tickles," she laughed lightly.