Returning Lenore's grin, Geoffrey tugged up her shirt until it was bunched under her arms, then let his hands ghost down over over her breasts, lightly caressing. "Mm, I have an idea or two," he said, brown eyes dancing as he leaned in to capture her mouth with his own, though he quickly moved over, nibbling along her jaw.
She arched towards his hands and let a small noise escape as she turned her head to give him more room with her jaw. Mhmm. She was set for the night. Lenore shifted her legs at his sides and ground toward Geoffrey's hips experimentally. "Good." Turned into his shoulder she smiled and grabbed a handful of the back of his shirt. Slow, remember. Hmm. Well and true. Loosening her grip, Lenore turned her attention to pushing the material toward his shoulders instead and ducked to kiss along the top of his chest. "I'd hate to think we were out of ideas."
Geoffrey arched up slightly as Lenore kissed his chest, his lips twitching in a slight smile. "You, run out of ideas? I doubt that will ever happen," he purred as he continued to caress her breasts, making no move towards removing her bra. They were taking this slow, after all. He could do that.
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