#(toni pls you're gonna scare that poor man)

[yourgirlsarchived]

There's really no point to keep distance between one another here. No one can see them, and no one would know what happened here. No one but them. Which is thrilling in a way to Tonia. As is how Isaac guides her hand to his face. She brushes her fingers gently along his jaw, shivering while he makes his confession.

I could rip you out of this dress is enough to make her heart skip a beat, but the roll of his hips has her free hand settling on his shoulder to keep herself steady. A spark of alarm rings through her. Not over the words over the feeling of him. But Isaac is distracting her within a breath or two.

Her hands wander lightly, wanting to give Isaac all the room he can want while exploring her. HIs hands in her hair had her shutting her eyes for a few moments before she looks at him while his thumb passes over her bottom lip. She stems the urge to capture it. Tonia really doesn't hold herself back like she is right now. So when he gives her an opening, she leaps at it.

Her fingers find the top button of his shirt and work it open, not obstructing his few, even as she twitches in his lap. "Not everyone will be okay with this - but go ahead and objectify me, Isaac. I am very happy to be what helps you figure that out, figure out what you want. You can respect me and look at me like I'm a pretty thing you want to break or use until I can't remember my name and you can't move. Both things can be true. Just like I can respect you, and day dream about your cock while going over a briefing. And I can respect myself while also wanting to be used like a toy from time to time."

She dares to brush her lips against the corner of his mouth. "Feel what you feel, want what you want, and we can just figure out how we fit like this."

yourgirlsfriday​:

Tonia swallows down her amusement when Isaac refuses the drink offer only to take her hands and pull her into her library. Of the rooms in the house, on the bottom floor this is the smallest beyond a closet or the washroom. She settles into the small couch with him, blinking as he shifts her position. It’s not exactly… what she’d have expected. Watching him, she hikes her skirt some, finishing moving so he’s settled between her legs without exposing herself. Only just, but the effort counts in her mind. Tonia isn’t sure if Isaac would be comfortable or all right if she had. Thing seem slightly off kilter since they left the car, and like him, she wants to recapture it. As she opens her mouth to speak, Isaac beats her to it.

It doesn’t surprise her at all when Isaac’s hand settles on her body. Not when his words fail him. Her mouth opens again only to suck in air rather than speak. This is a little surprise, a pleasant one. Antonia was convinced she’d be guiding him, but it seems Isaac has his footing here. At the squeeze, she leans closer, only to blink as Isaac lets out quite the moan. It makes her shiver, and she doesn’t move for a moment, letting him shift and process?

But when he seems a little more focused, she reaches out to cup his face with her hands. Looking at him carefully she offers a sincere smile. “Do you just want to touch me right now? Is that what you need or want? You can, I’d like that. If you want more, just say so, dresses are ridiculously easy to get out of.” Tonia hadn’t intended to tease him more, it just slips out.

Somewhere her goal has shifted from learning what had him twisted up, to relieving Isaac of that need. At least for a little while. If he’ll let her.

Isaac shifted their weights so Tonia could more comfortably rest in and on his lap. It was as blatantly intimate and sexual as anything—especially with the way her skirt rode up her thighs—but it was better. That “maintaining deniability” half-measure of a posture from moments earlier was awkward and wrong. This… this felt right.

“Just… just touching right now, please.” As loath as he was to move his hand from her breast, Isaac found one of Tonia’s hands and brought it to his cheek, where he instinctively turned into it, humming in appreciation while simultaneously throbbing with desire beneath her. “I want… everything,” he confessed, almost sleepily, or in a trance, as he found her other hand and brought in into his hair. “I want… gosh, Tonia—I could rip you out of this dress,” his body tensed and his hips rolled beneath her at the thought, but that wave of suddenly animal hunger crashed as soon as it rose and he exhaled into a relaxed posture. “But not yet. I just wanna sink into this feeling…”

His hands were slow, and gentle, but not at all polite: they wandered over her hips and shoulders and ass and throat and breasts and even through her own hair. At one point his thumb passed over her bottom lip. Had it always been so irresistibly pouty? “I… respect you, Tonia. As both a person, and a partner, and I appreciate you. It’s important I say that because the thoughts I have right now, the things I’m feeling… I don’t want to go so far as to say I’m objectifying you, but…” He grabbed both of her breasts and pressed them together, groaning at the sight of her cleavage. “Maybe I am? I… I’ve really only ever superficially appreciated women from afar, or known and worked with them up close. You present the first real opportunity to let those two parts of my brain meet and… I don’t know who’s in charge.”