Post by Shelby on Apr 23, 2016 15:43:35 GMT -5
Chardonnay was incredibly relaxed, her eyes still lazily looking over Arthur as his looked over her. When she noticed him looking at her covered chest she couldn't help but arch her back more to give him a better view of the globes that were tucked underneath the blanket and covered by the shirt that she put back on. Her nipples still poked out, not as they had been, but still there as if inviting him in for one more touch. She didn't hide the not so subtle movement either, and instead relished in the attention that he gave her over the fact that he appreciated her body, that he didn't point and laugh at her like those kids had when she was younger. Then again, the male and female mind changed as they grew older, and instead of being taunted with jokes and insults she had been met with longing gazes after making it into high school when hormones were running rampant and boy and girls could hardly control themselves. Thank God she had been able to. Thank God she had been able to keep her resolve long enough, even if, sometimes, she wondered why she waited so long to have sex if it felt this good. But that just made her wonder whether or not it felt this good with anyone or if, for some reason, Arthur was just good at it and fit her body well.
She shivered at the thought, and Arthur's hand grazing her waist didn't help anything. No doubt he was touching a spot on her body that would be riddled with some sort of marking, the markings probably looking like his fingers when his fingers where he gripped her a little too tightly as she bounced on top of him. Not that she minded, of course, especially not as the marks pulsed. She bit her lip and looked at Arthur, felt the skin under his hand quiver and twitch until he moved away, leaving that part of her skin to dwell in the cold that he left in it's wake. She would have frowned at the feeling had she not been as satisfied as she was now, and she likely would have rolled over on top of him if she wanted to go for another round. But, as it was, she was too tired. Her limbs felt too heavy and she couldn't will up the energy to get on top of him again. That, she told herself, could be left for another day.
As she listened to Arthur she lowered her head from her hand and rested her arm back against the bed. She laid her head down on the pillow and continued to look at Arthur as he looked up at the ceiling again, snorting lightly to herself as she snuggled into the mattress. "At least you actually have enough sense to admit that your mattress was shitty," she sounded with her voice softly hoarse, too tired to get into an argument about it, but just having to get that quip out. Nevertheless, her mind didn't lose his words and instead got stuck on the word 'was'. So he 'was' mad at her, meaning that he no longer was now? Amazing what sex could do, right? She snorted at the thought and started closing her eyes, not before missing, however, that grin that graced his lips. "Fine. You don't have to apologize, but I guarantee you'll end up thanking me for the mattress one day. And I'll just gloat and tell you I was right when that day comes. But at least we've broken it in already; so we know it's of good quality." She couldn't help but laugh at her own joke once before she shook her head and quieted down, beginning to allow sleep to come to her, an easy endeavor.
She shivered at the thought, and Arthur's hand grazing her waist didn't help anything. No doubt he was touching a spot on her body that would be riddled with some sort of marking, the markings probably looking like his fingers when his fingers where he gripped her a little too tightly as she bounced on top of him. Not that she minded, of course, especially not as the marks pulsed. She bit her lip and looked at Arthur, felt the skin under his hand quiver and twitch until he moved away, leaving that part of her skin to dwell in the cold that he left in it's wake. She would have frowned at the feeling had she not been as satisfied as she was now, and she likely would have rolled over on top of him if she wanted to go for another round. But, as it was, she was too tired. Her limbs felt too heavy and she couldn't will up the energy to get on top of him again. That, she told herself, could be left for another day.
As she listened to Arthur she lowered her head from her hand and rested her arm back against the bed. She laid her head down on the pillow and continued to look at Arthur as he looked up at the ceiling again, snorting lightly to herself as she snuggled into the mattress. "At least you actually have enough sense to admit that your mattress was shitty," she sounded with her voice softly hoarse, too tired to get into an argument about it, but just having to get that quip out. Nevertheless, her mind didn't lose his words and instead got stuck on the word 'was'. So he 'was' mad at her, meaning that he no longer was now? Amazing what sex could do, right? She snorted at the thought and started closing her eyes, not before missing, however, that grin that graced his lips. "Fine. You don't have to apologize, but I guarantee you'll end up thanking me for the mattress one day. And I'll just gloat and tell you I was right when that day comes. But at least we've broken it in already; so we know it's of good quality." She couldn't help but laugh at her own joke once before she shook her head and quieted down, beginning to allow sleep to come to her, an easy endeavor.