experiment-iv:
If she were being quite honest with herself, that smirk of his made her insides quiver. It was like he knew exactly how to treat women like… like women. He was bad for her, she could tell, but that didn’t make the situation any less arousing – fucking hormones. It was like they were making it their mission to ruin her life by making her do bad things… Well, they were making it easier for her to make the choices. His hands were nice against her skin, the tickle of his facial hair against her neck causing her breath to quicken. She bit down hard on her lip to avoid making a sound, knowing full well that people could walk into the room at any moment. It seemed she had a habit of encountering these fabulously sexy strangers in public places… like she was wearing a tracking device or something. The low timbre of his voice was only making it worse, and her legs felt like jelly – she reached back and leaned against the kitchen counter, propping herself off and finding comfort in the cool marble. Her head tipped back slightly so he could gain better access, her slouchy shirt sliding off of one shoulder and exposing the bare, strapless skin. Andraste suddenly regretted going without a bra – she needed to stop doing that. He seemed to take advantage of it, biting on her fair flesh and eliciting a soft, pleasured gasp from her as her eyes momentarily squeezed shut. Damn it, he needed to play fair – and maybe open a window. It was too hot in here. “Well, I am, if that was your intent… Maybe we should open a window.”
The charming man chuckled softly into her hair. This girl was fun. She was so innocent, it nearly radiated off her. He pulled back an arms length away and nodded to the window above the kitchen sink. "Please, be my guest, doll." He watched as she hurriedly scuttled over to the closed window, leaning against the counter top, one of her feet popped; Aiden only one step behind her.
Taking advantage of her position and their proximity, he pressed himself against her backside, pushing her and him against the counter. The man's hand had snaked down to grope the top side of her thigh, rubbing small, but deep circles into the fabric that covered her leg. His other hand rested upon her hip, pulling her ever closer to his heated body. Andraste's hands gripped the solid table, propping herself up as he bowed his head and kissed her bare shoulder, the strap of her shirt fallen carelessly down her arm.
"Mm, do you feel any cooler?" He spoke upon her flesh, his breath beating down on her warm skin as he rocked his pelvis against her toned back end, slowly and smoothing.
