Geralt leaned toward over her, body touching hers, his skin hot even through the thin fabric of his white blouse. He smoothed one of his palms up her chest, careful of the points that had developed, unwanted, at the ends of his nails, but only just. He let them trace Nina's skin, barely, until he reached her bra. He pressed his palm below the cup of it, molding against the round give of her breast. Her nipple, already becoming hard, rolled against his palm.
He made another growl of interest in the back of his throat, very softly, and bent low over Nina again, pulling back so that his head rested between her legs.
Geralt rubbed his cheek against the inside of her thigh, rough hair there brushing against sensitive, impossibly tender skin.
"Nina," he murmured, eyes gone half-lidded. "Still okay?"
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Date: 2017-09-22 01:59 am (UTC)He made another growl of interest in the back of his throat, very softly, and bent low over Nina again, pulling back so that his head rested between her legs.
Geralt rubbed his cheek against the inside of her thigh, rough hair there brushing against sensitive, impossibly tender skin.
"Nina," he murmured, eyes gone half-lidded. "Still okay?"