"That depends on how many times you make me cum tonight," she teases, though there's enough of a serious undertow that it's quite possible she's going to hold him to that. Rogue figures he's going to do just fine at that given his level of eager interest. Though this living together while physically canoodling probably isn't the most advisable course of action, not when there's such an attraction. He's good people and while it all feels easy when she's with him, which is proven by how he's laughing about being carried and dumped onto the bed, Cobb deserves someone he can touch properly.
Though that's putting the cart before the horse. For now she enjoys the shift in his expression when she drops to her knees, hopefully putting a few other mental images in his head as well as her own. If she had to choose only one sexual act she could do while able to touch it'd be oral, hands down, so the idea of putting her mouth to savoring on his dragon has her juices literally flowing.
"Teenage boys tend to hide their spank bank material under their beds. Dirty magazines an the like." Meanwhile women use their imaginations and have a draw or so of toys. Rogue just so happens to have curated quite the collection over the years, for obvious reasons. Wait until Cobb learns about remote vibrators. With great power comes great responsibility.
Even bent over with her ass full stop in the air, his comment has her smiling. "Not if you mean it." It's sweet and warming, and she peers up at him through the mess of hair falling in her face when she sits up, box situating in her lap. She's soon dropping her attention back down to said contents, taking inventory and already picking out two gloves to hand to him by the time he asks. "Ah see some of the lub's already been used," she murmurs coyly as she glances up at him, admiring the simple fella from Tatoonie for a bit longer.
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Date: 2021-02-28 04:15 am (UTC)Though that's putting the cart before the horse. For now she enjoys the shift in his expression when she drops to her knees, hopefully putting a few other mental images in his head as well as her own. If she had to choose only one sexual act she could do while able to touch it'd be oral, hands down, so the idea of putting her mouth to savoring on his dragon has her juices literally flowing.
"Teenage boys tend to hide their spank bank material under their beds. Dirty magazines an the like." Meanwhile women use their imaginations and have a draw or so of toys. Rogue just so happens to have curated quite the collection over the years, for obvious reasons. Wait until Cobb learns about remote vibrators. With great power comes great responsibility.
Even bent over with her ass full stop in the air, his comment has her smiling. "Not if you mean it." It's sweet and warming, and she peers up at him through the mess of hair falling in her face when she sits up, box situating in her lap. She's soon dropping her attention back down to said contents, taking inventory and already picking out two gloves to hand to him by the time he asks. "Ah see some of the lub's already been used," she murmurs coyly as she glances up at him, admiring the simple fella from Tatoonie for a bit longer.