Archer's lips curved into a grin against her neck, his teeth grazing the skin lightly as he murmured. ''You started it, love.''
His hands continued their slow dance, one hand lingering to tease her nipple while the other slid down to Ashoka's waist. One hand lower, rough fingers finding the hem of her skirt and shoving it up.
Moments later, his palm grazed the bare skin of her thigh, then higher, until he cupped her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her hiss. The Tiger woman's breath hitched, her body arching into his touch, and she let out a low moan. '''Mmmhhhhh~~.''
''Such a naughty woman, you're already soaked for me,'' he rasped, his fingers dipping between her thighs, brushing against wet panties.
He didn't bother pulling them off, but just shoved the fabric aside, his fingertips grazing her slick folds. She shuddered, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rocked against his hand, chasing the pressure.
