The effect that she had on him was simply too amusing, she was a goddess, and like all humans he was merely putty in her hands.
"Tell me anything? You mean to lie to me?" She asked with a falsely shocked tone, pouting a little at the thought although her blue eyes were full of laughter. Reaching over she took a hold of his arm, taking hold of it gently and guiding it over to rest on the warm skin of her thigh under her skirt.
"No I'd never lie to you," he hurried to correct himself, unable to really focus through the fog of his mind but knowing that he wanted to please her.
His gaze was drawn to her thigh where she'd moved his hand and he swallowed nervously, but his fingers automatically curled around the smooth skin beneath her skirt, squeezing slightly before sliding down towards the hem of her skirt, intent on slipping his fingers under the fabric.
"Good." She reached up to fondle his hair running her hand through it gently, then using the hold to gently pull him toward her, lips parting as she pressed them to his.
Astarte could see in his eyes that she had him already, the human's own hormones doing most of the work for her, hardly surprising given the extraordinary beauty of her host. Flexing her leg in such a way as to help move his hand upward she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth for a moment before she pulled back with a smile, daring him to do more.
Jack wasn't entirely sure what was going on, he definitely hadn't thought this morning that his day was going to reach a point where he was kissing a beautiful, older woman, hand halfway up her skirt and her movements only encouraging him to do more. When she pulled back to smile at him he smiled dazedly back before leaning in again, desperate for another kiss. His fingers crept teasingly up her leg, the fabric of her skirt bunching up around his wrist. He twisted his hand round to ghost lightly up her inner thigh, encouraging her to part her legs.
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"Tell me anything? You mean to lie to me?" She asked with a falsely shocked tone, pouting a little at the thought although her blue eyes were full of laughter. Reaching over she took a hold of his arm, taking hold of it gently and guiding it over to rest on the warm skin of her thigh under her skirt.
"Why don't you show me instead?
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"No I'd never lie to you," he hurried to correct himself, unable to really focus through the fog of his mind but knowing that he wanted to please her.
His gaze was drawn to her thigh where she'd moved his hand and he swallowed nervously, but his fingers automatically curled around the smooth skin beneath her skirt, squeezing slightly before sliding down towards the hem of her skirt, intent on slipping his fingers under the fabric.
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Astarte could see in his eyes that she had him already, the human's own hormones doing most of the work for her, hardly surprising given the extraordinary beauty of her host. Flexing her leg in such a way as to help move his hand upward she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth for a moment before she pulled back with a smile, daring him to do more.
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Jack wasn't entirely sure what was going on, he definitely hadn't thought this morning that his day was going to reach a point where he was kissing a beautiful, older woman, hand halfway up her skirt and her movements only encouraging him to do more. When she pulled back to smile at him he smiled dazedly back before leaning in again, desperate for another kiss. His fingers crept teasingly up her leg, the fabric of her skirt bunching up around his wrist. He twisted his hand round to ghost lightly up her inner thigh, encouraging her to part her legs.