It's been awhile for him and this is very different ground from what he's used to, but he's not going to let that weasel into his brain with concern. He still knows what he's doing and this easy confidence of his is natural. It'd take a lot more to throw him off his game. But sure, he wants to impress her. Or at least satisfy her. That's the plan. He's good at executing plans. "I'm already putting that creativity to good use." The box!
Cobb is already pleased with how well he can feel her skin through the latex, but when her tongue comes in and he can feel the wetness, it's a welcome delight. It won't be better than skin contact, but it's definitely better than the gloves they've been using until now. Rogue must be sensitive to touch, which isn't a surprise, but the way she groans and presses into it tells him plenty. "Oh really? Tell me I'm pretty." Cobb knows he's handsome and charming, not to the point of being arrogant, but his face and humor have actively gotten him out of trouble before. It's still nice to hear though.
Cobb's hands immediately go to her ass because finally - finally! - he can touch it. It's such a fine one. His hands happily cup her and squeeze, impressed with the muscle in it. She's muscular from head to toe too, he can see it in her arms on other days. Cobb has plenty of it too, it's just a more lean sort of muscular. He pauses at the question because truth is, his fantasies involve her being able to touch him. Mostly because he thinks about sex, and he's not sure how easy that would be to make happen with the skin problem.
"Your mouth on me, my mouth on you. You ridin' me." Cobb thinks she'd be so fucking beautiful while doing that. Powerful too. One hand strokes over her legs and then moves between them, slipping under her panties. She is wet, like he hoped, and he can feel it on his fingers. Perfect. He looks up at her with that smirk of his as his fingers tease her, running them around the rim of her opening. "What your face would look like when I'm pleasin' you." He slides a finger into her, his thumb curving up to find her clit and very gently press against it.
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Date: 2021-02-28 04:59 pm (UTC)Cobb is already pleased with how well he can feel her skin through the latex, but when her tongue comes in and he can feel the wetness, it's a welcome delight. It won't be better than skin contact, but it's definitely better than the gloves they've been using until now. Rogue must be sensitive to touch, which isn't a surprise, but the way she groans and presses into it tells him plenty. "Oh really? Tell me I'm pretty." Cobb knows he's handsome and charming, not to the point of being arrogant, but his face and humor have actively gotten him out of trouble before. It's still nice to hear though.
Cobb's hands immediately go to her ass because finally - finally! - he can touch it. It's such a fine one. His hands happily cup her and squeeze, impressed with the muscle in it. She's muscular from head to toe too, he can see it in her arms on other days. Cobb has plenty of it too, it's just a more lean sort of muscular. He pauses at the question because truth is, his fantasies involve her being able to touch him. Mostly because he thinks about sex, and he's not sure how easy that would be to make happen with the skin problem.
"Your mouth on me, my mouth on you. You ridin' me." Cobb thinks she'd be so fucking beautiful while doing that. Powerful too. One hand strokes over her legs and then moves between them, slipping under her panties. She is wet, like he hoped, and he can feel it on his fingers. Perfect. He looks up at her with that smirk of his as his fingers tease her, running them around the rim of her opening. "What your face would look like when I'm pleasin' you." He slides a finger into her, his thumb curving up to find her clit and very gently press against it.