"Ah do. It's mighty dangerous." And not just quite literally either. Her tone makes it clear that she's pointedly adding to his mental image and future spank bank, along with whatever trouble he's going to enjoy from that mouth of hers tonight. "Good. You can put that creativity to good use then." She expects him to do that, what with his claims and box of sex barrier goodies. Just thinking about that while looking up at him washes heat over her again, her teeth dragging over her lower lip.
There's not a doubt in her mind that every word that's come out of Cobb's mouth has been genuine, least to her, but she leans into the tug of reassurance anyways, ever so slightly inclining her head. It's almost terrifying how upfront he is with his compliments, and if it weren't for a particular Cajun, the openness might have had her shying away and deflecting. Or, maybe it's just Cobb himself.
Either way, she's leaning into it, into him, and him when she feels the heat of his hands against her skin her body sinks and she groans at the touch, mouth parting. She reaches up one hand to return the favor, the lust and hot desire rising back to the surface in a boil, like a contained fire suddenly receiving a rush oxygen. Even so, he receives a lopsided grin before her tongue reaches out to drag across the fingers against her mouth. "You act like you ain't a single ounce of handsome and charm in you."
One hand on the box, she's already easing to her feet with a float, setting the box in reach on his bed before climbing where requested. She doesn't quite settle her weight over him and his dragon though, lowering just enough so that the heat of her barely ghosted along the peak of his trapped cock. But her hands? They're pressing against his stomach and sliding upwards, feeling the strength of him through the layers of fabric. "Tell me 'bout what you thought 'bout, what got you off."
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There's not a doubt in her mind that every word that's come out of Cobb's mouth has been genuine, least to her, but she leans into the tug of reassurance anyways, ever so slightly inclining her head. It's almost terrifying how upfront he is with his compliments, and if it weren't for a particular Cajun, the openness might have had her shying away and deflecting. Or, maybe it's just Cobb himself.
Either way, she's leaning into it, into him, and him when she feels the heat of his hands against her skin her body sinks and she groans at the touch, mouth parting. She reaches up one hand to return the favor, the lust and hot desire rising back to the surface in a boil, like a contained fire suddenly receiving a rush oxygen. Even so, he receives a lopsided grin before her tongue reaches out to drag across the fingers against her mouth. "You act like you ain't a single ounce of handsome and charm in you."
One hand on the box, she's already easing to her feet with a float, setting the box in reach on his bed before climbing where requested. She doesn't quite settle her weight over him and his dragon though, lowering just enough so that the heat of her barely ghosted along the peak of his trapped cock. But her hands? They're pressing against his stomach and sliding upwards, feeling the strength of him through the layers of fabric. "Tell me 'bout what you thought 'bout, what got you off."