Staring up at her in awed disbelief for a moment, still feeling a bit like all of this was just the most elaborate and arousing wet dream his mind had ever managed to conjure up, Taika took several stunned seconds to completely process her words. Christ, couldn't she see that he was already practically naked at her feet, chest cracked open wide so she could see just how fervently his heart was racing for her?
Her hand remained firmly tangled in his hair, still pulling just enough to send little shivers down his spine, just enough to make him want to lean up into her touch and all but beg her for more. How had she managed to have such a profound effect on him so quickly, with seemingly so little effort on her part? Could she see just how rapidly he was unraveling? Did she like it?
Feeling rooted to the spot on his knees at her feet, worshipful and shockingly obedient, Taika finally nodded in response to her demand, breath catching as the slight movement tugged lightly at the roots of his silver curls. She had him completely in her snare, one hand gripping his harness and one hand gripping his hair possessively, and he found himself completely powerless to resist. If he let himself fall, Angelina would catch him.
Shedding his jacket first, letting the leather fall to the floor and reveal the swathe of see-through black lace stretched across his torso and leaving little to the imagination, Taika watched her eyes intently, as if seeking permission that he should continue. Seeing no hint of disapproval, he unbuttoned his shirt with hands that refused to completely steady, his fingers buzzing with pent up energy that was practically electric. Unbuttoned at last, he allowed the shirt to drop from his shoulders, carefully extricating the material from his harness just as he had been instructed.
Hesitating once more as his hands reached the button of his leather pants, Taika saw no indication from Angelina that he should stop, only that same serene, controlled approval - smooth as sea glass. Fuck, she was so beautiful it was almost unfair.
It was already immediately apparent that he was rock hard in the confines of his tight leather pants, straining uncomfortably against the constricting material, but it wasn't immediately apparent that he had foregone any underwear for the occasion.
Finally unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in an almost defiant rush, Taika pushed the leather down his hips, exhaling in a heated rush as his achingly hard cock was finally exposed to the cool open air, a slight chill running through his body, unable to completely shed the last of his clothing as Angelina held him firmly in place.
Words that he had intended to come out as confident, teasingly flirtatious, instead had an unchecked edge of desperation, a quiet need for her approval.