Thread: MST3K - Pulling the Trigger (Miss Tris x Shadows)

Kinga reflected his smile. She had assumed that Neville's imagination of their first time would be...well...anything but the current circumstance. The way that he expressed the notion was endearing both in his choice of words and the tone in which it was offered. She continued to listen as he drew a parallel between what he had imagined and what was. Spontaneous. It was a nice way to describe her breaking and entering his spaceship, hiding in his closet, and waiting for him to fall asleep so that she could tie him up and have her way with him. She liked it. Gods! She liked him . The way he went on to describe a scene in which she waited to surprise him , going in to such detail as to what she might have been wearing... Sometimes youre wearing a dress other times youre dressed in your lab coat like you are now. Or were, until now. He was So. Fucking. Cute. Neville was truly the best. Kinga was in awe of the man tied to the bed, amazed that he could be more alluring in person than he had been online. He was so expressive, his handsome face so easily and eagerly read. She watched and listened as he continued to speak, her mind imagining the scenes he described. It all sounded so romantic. Sure Neville was talking about sex, not back rubs and candles, but... Sweet, passionate love . Those were his words. Kinga didn't have a response. A verbal one, anyway. She kissed him hungrily. Hands glided over the sides of his face and around the bend of his skull, her fingers curling and possessively gripping his hair as she pulled him harder towards her mouth. A shudder of pleasure coursed through her body as she rocked herself upon his arousal, a moan escaping her throat. She couldn't be sure how long she kissed him. By the time she released his mouth, however, both of them were grasping for breath and Kinga was pretty sure the dots of light in her peripheral vision were something akin to oxygen deprivation. Neville, she spoke heavily between breaths. She trailed kisses down his cheek, over his jaw, onto his throat. Her hands left him so as to reach back to unfasten her bra. Once unhooked she reluctantly pulled her body away from his. I want us to enjoy every inch of each other. Slowly, she slipped the straps of her bra from her shoulders. While the garment didn't do much to conceal the sight of her breasts, still she removed the intimate apparel with the care of someone exposing themselves for the first time. She peeled the cup from the top, the doubling over fabric revealing her pristine and soft skin at a painstaking crawl. Even as the pink of her areolas became visible, it was still several long moments before her already hardened nipples were on display. She discarded the article of clothing carelessly and sat erect to allow Neville to take in the sight of her. A light flush came to her cheeks. Not that she was embarrassed, no. Rather a surge of arousal caused a heat to rise to her face, coloring her pale skin with a soft rose hue. She'd pause long enough to commit to memory the way that Neville reacted to the moment, the way his eyes traced the perfectly rounded globes of her breasts. I think... she trailed on the thought for dramatic effect. That you should start here. She leaned forward, placing a hand upon the headboard to steady herself as she brought her chest level with Neville's face. She understood his limitations in range, of course, and so she nestled him within her cleavage to start. She'd move accordingly as his mouth explored her breasts, allowing his lips to guide where he wanted a taste.