Your use of his name, his real name, sends a curious sensation coursing through his body. For all that he had you half-undressed, it gave him pause, teasing at the back of his mind even as you reached for him, matching his hunger with your own.

He shrugged his shoulders, letting the jacket slide from his arms to the floor behind him, his eyes lifting to find and hold your own gaze. “You know, Delilah,” he began, certain that you can almost hear that heady mix of quiet amusement and pride in his tone, “I think that might be the first time you have ever called me by my actual name.” The only other, beyond the very first time, when you had repeated his name back at him in horror upon realising just who you had kissed, then.

He doesn’t say anything else for a moment, but reached towards you with purpose. His fingers, a deft hand at these matters, reached out to unfasten your skirt, and he twisted the fabric so that it slipped down to pool at your feet, leaving you in corset, stockings and underskirt.

“I take it that Mr Thomas Gilmore has nae been invited to bed tonight, then.”

It wasn’t a question, just a statement confirming that he understood your mood and that it matched his perfectly.

His arms slipped around your waist, hands finding purchase on the curve of your ass, and he dragged you bodily to him. His mouth sought your own, his kiss hungry and heated, the warmth of his tongue seeking its match with yours. He groaned into the kiss, his need for you finding its voice, but quieted as he broke away, to slowly, with purpose, begin kissing along the front of your throat.

she gave a soft chuckle....

"well sometimes it is good to have that difference though..."

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Artillery

I mean I jinxed myself naming him Kaos

They are too such different pups

She is not as destructive as he was
He was a terror as a pup
Really up until midway through thus year

Lol

vibrator

cannon

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batteries

~humming~

Curiosity

charged

blamed

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-a giggle-

That’s all Ffolks

-out-

You prowl towards her and she, whether deliberately or instinctively like the prey she is, steps back as if to keep a distance between you, even as your long stride closes that space in less time than it would have taken for a great cat to pounce.

Her name is like a dirty little secret on your lips, and she shivers to hear you say it like that, to see your eyes drink her in again as if she were already undressed. A blush may paint her cheeks, but she doesn’t back down or even look away like she might have done before.

Gaze drifting over you, and every bit as bold as yours, as you stop a handspan away from her. All the better to lift your hands and slowly, deftly, pop the buttons of her blouse. “Then you had best rectify that, Tommy…”

Not Thomas. Tommy. Your name, that name, no slip of the tongue but a very deliberate choice. As if you were in any doubt as to who she wanted tonight to bed her tonight.

Maybe she should say your name three times, like a summoning, just to be sure...

You step into her, scraping your beard across her cheek as you pour your words into her ear and slide her blouse and jacket down to bare her shoulders, and her breath rushes out at the nearness of you.

Whatever you had in mind was likely all she had been able to think about since Elsie had returned with your note confirming everything for this weekend had been arranged, and that you would see her here. That achingly impersonal meeting in the Gardens had barely been a taste of you, and it had only made the hunger worse.

“Although, I am not the only one overdressed.” You can hear the smile in her voice as her hands reach up to tug loose your tie, her fingers impatient as she draws it free and lets it drop. It had barely fallen to the floor before she’s pushing your jacket back, the sleeves catching in the crook of your elbows.

RHG

Rams Her Good

chuckles softly nodding a moment...

"i love how they say it is bite proof and tear proof.....it may be for the different types of dogs...but some can destroy it just the same that is for sure...."

You prowl towards her and she, whether deliberately or instinctively like the prey she is, steps back as if to keep a distance between you, even as your long stride closes that space in less time than it would have taken for a great cat to pounce.

Her name is like a dirty little secret on your lips, and she shivers to hear you say it like that, to see your eyes drink her in again as if she were already undressed. A blush may paint her cheeks, but she doesn’t back down or even look away like she might have done before.

Gaze drifting over you, and every bit as bold as yours, as you stop a handspan away from her. All the better to lift your hands and slowly, deftly, pop the buttons of her blouse. “Then you had best rectify that, Tommy…”

Not Thomas. Tommy. Your name, that name, no slip of the tongue but a very deliberate choice. As if you were in any doubt as to who she wanted tonight to bed her tonight.

Maybe she should say your name three times, like a summoning, just to be sure...

You step into her, scraping your beard across her cheek as you pour your words into her ear and slide her blouse and jacket down to bare her shoulders, and her breath rushes out at the nearness of you.

Whatever you had in mind was likely all she had been able to think about since Elsie had returned with your note confirming everything for this weekend had been arranged, and that you would see her here. That achingly impersonal meeting in the Gardens had barely been a taste of you, and it had only made the hunger worse.

“Although, I am not the only one overdressed.” You can hear the smile in her voice as her hands reach up to tug loose your tie, her fingers impatient as she draws it free and lets it drop. It had barely fallen to the floor before she’s pushing your jacket back, the sleeves catching in the crook of your elbows.

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