As she undid his shirt buttons, Seth kicked off his shoes and swept them to the side, out of the way, in case either of them decided to stand up. She received a rhetorical, "Oh, yeah?" when disclosing the rain wasn't the only dampening going on. He felt surprisingly good, better than he remembered ever feeling naturally.
It was as if Margo was a score he was chasing. There was usually a thrill to a chase but this was different. Seth couldn't explain how, it just was. He was more than ready to explore what else might be wet but continued to show restraint. "I think I'm conjurin' Sting here... Every little thing she does is magic..."
Seth didn't break out in song but did give the line a little bit of melody in his gravelly voice. There was magic to Margo in both the literal and figurative sense.
He finally unfastened her bra but only after reaching behind his back to pull off the tank top he wore under his dress shirt. Quid pro quo. Both items were tossed in the same direction as the other clothing removed (minus the dress she discarded while standing a few feet away).
"Everythin' she do just turns me on" he talked the next lyric to the song while his eyes lowered to appreciate her newly exposed skin. Where he was hard, she was soft and supple. Seth's mouth watered. He enjoyed her hand through his hair which happened to ensure none of his locks fell into his eyes.
Margo didn't have to worry about him claiming his love for her went on. He was currently in lust, committing the song and moment to memory. One more line that he wouldn't utter came to mind; the story of a thousand rainy days. Seth had a newfound appreciation for weather.
He wrapped his arms around her frame and set Margo on her back along the width of the couch, hovering above her and giving his crotch some needed room. Seth also took the opportunity to do more than stare but move his mouth in a more productive manner. A combination of tasting with suction and running his tongue her skin started to trail from her neck to each breast then back up.
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It was as if Margo was a score he was chasing. There was usually a thrill to a chase but this was different. Seth couldn't explain how, it just was. He was more than ready to explore what else might be wet but continued to show restraint. "I think I'm conjurin' Sting here... Every little thing she does is magic..."
Seth didn't break out in song but did give the line a little bit of melody in his gravelly voice. There was magic to Margo in both the literal and figurative sense.
He finally unfastened her bra but only after reaching behind his back to pull off the tank top he wore under his dress shirt. Quid pro quo. Both items were tossed in the same direction as the other clothing removed (minus the dress she discarded while standing a few feet away).
"Everythin' she do just turns me on" he talked the next lyric to the song while his eyes lowered to appreciate her newly exposed skin. Where he was hard, she was soft and supple. Seth's mouth watered. He enjoyed her hand through his hair which happened to ensure none of his locks fell into his eyes.
Margo didn't have to worry about him claiming his love for her went on. He was currently in lust, committing the song and moment to memory. One more line that he wouldn't utter came to mind; the story of a thousand rainy days. Seth had a newfound appreciation for weather.
He wrapped his arms around her frame and set Margo on her back along the width of the couch, hovering above her and giving his crotch some needed room. Seth also took the opportunity to do more than stare but move his mouth in a more productive manner. A combination of tasting with suction and running his tongue her skin started to trail from her neck to each breast then back up.