[ It dips into seriousness and she feels a quiet sort of panic, seeing the intensity in his eyes. Because he doesn't know what he's saying, obviously. Otherwise, he wouldn't be saying it. He doesn't mean it because... who wants that, what she thinks he's implying, with her?

So she jokes--] Well, my shirt is over there so I can't really go out dressed like this, that would be awkward. [ Considering the thin fabric of her bralet left very little to the imagination.]

[ He kisses her again, this time moving down along the straps of that bralet of hers. ]

Oh no, what a shame. Guess you're going to have to stay for a little while longer. How will i ever cope?

[ She grins to herself then, glad for the distraction and happy to be where she is.] I don't know... I'm sure you have some coping mechanisms.

Hmmm. [ He continues his exploration, kissing along her collarbones, his hands staying chastely on her sides. ] I'm coping, I think.

[ She reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ears before humming, letting one hand move to touch the back of his head.] I think you are coping very well.

Yeah? You think I'm doing okay? [ He grins against her skin, moving down further, but taking his time, kissing the swell of her breasts, the thin cotton of her bra, the valley of smooth soft skin of her chest. He's in full exploration mode, now, enjoying himself immensely. ]

You definitely are, [ she hums the words, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth leaves her skin feeling warmer. Her fingers curl against the back of his head, thumb idly stroking his hairline at his neck.]

I like the way that feels.

[ She moans low at the heat of his mouth at the peak of her breast, her eyes flutter and she looks down at him.] I like it when... [ She hums softly, shifting.] The backs of my knees are sensitive. And my collarbone. [ Any touch, even the brush of her fingertips would make her shiver.]

Hmm. [ Z shifts. He leans back down, kissing her collarbones again. His hands trail up on her legs, to her knees - through her sweats he doubt it'll be much, but he still gives her a tiny jolt of electricity as he passes them, up to the waistband of her sweats, pulling them down again. There's plainly more intent in his movements now, as he moves gently curls his hands around her calves and pulls her legs apart, enough for him to kneel between them. ]

Tell me more about what you like. [ He murmurs into her ear, nipping her earlobe before pulling back again, the tip of his nose against hers. ] I'll give you what you like.

[ She gasps and hums greedily when he gives her that tiny jolt at the backs of her knees, she shivers soon after as heat and want fills her senses for a blinding moment. It takes her a moment to react to what he says, to answer. She helps him with her sweats, kicking them off and parting her thighs when he urges her legs open.

Her eyes meet with his, even given how close his face is to hers and the urge to laugh almost bubbles up because he looks almost crosseyed and she imagines she does too. But the fact that she's feeling a bit hot under the collar makes her swallow thickly instead, the air heated between them.]

I like... [ She considers her options and goes with honesty because why not?] I'd like to go down on you some time, where we might get caught. I like it when a guy goes down on me. I like it when a guy fights me for control but lets me win when I want to. I like it when someone won't stop until I can't come anymore. [ Her smile is impish by now.] I like getting fucked hard. And I think I'd like it when I can't see but only feel what's going on.

[ He grins, moving back enough to be able to properly look at her. She's so pretty it makes him ache. ]

Half of these sound like challenges. Should I get on with it?

[ She grins at him, her eyes shining playfully as her hand pats his cheek as a tease.] I'm just giving you options.

[ He lets out a noise, and then dives down, dragging his lips down her chest, stomach, until he's settled between her legs, not waiting a second to fuck into her with his tongue, hoping there will be enough of an element of surprise to give him an edge. ]

[ That'll give him an edge, alright. She lets out a soft gasping sound, her breath hitching when his face buries itself between her thighs. Her hands find his head, although one wanders to touch his shoulder, her legs shifting and parting until she just ends up sliding one over his shoulder.]

That, I like.

[ Oh, god, that feels good and the way her eyes flutter and she moans loudly, unabashedly.] Wait-- [ she gasps out, her fingers curling in his hair, her head falling back for a moment when he puts out a jolt of electricity.] Fuck, you're going to make me come so fast. [ Okay, so she's not actually asking him to wait or even stop, she's just embarrassed that she's that sensitive.]

[ Her breathing picks up immediately, already there's a flush creeping back over her chest and cheeks, her body tensing and arching even after only a moment or two that special touch, one she's never experienced before meeting him.

It's thrilling, how close to coming undone she is in such a short amount of time, the feeling is almost big enough to be scary. Her fingers curl tighter against his hair, her other hand leaves his shoulder to reach up and grip at the fence-like headboard, trying to keep herself anchored.] Fuck, Mr. Z, fucking. Oh, oh fu--[ She gasps sharply, her eyes clenching shut as she bites down on her bottom lip and shudders again, doing just as he wanted, coming after less than two minutes.]

[ He pulls back to watch her, hands keeping her down on the mattress as she comes, a hand clenched tight into his headboard. It's fucking gorgeous, and he captures mental images of it for later, his eyes eating her up.

He waits for her to come down a bit before bringing his fingers to her clit, still looking at her, his mouth slick. ]

More?

Yeah, [ she manages to pant out, her brain still short-circuiting thanks to her climax. Her fingers stay tangled in the headboard, her other hand moves to touch his face.] Mmm, yeah, please.