<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)</div><br/>Jax enjoys giving herself over for those moments as Imre lifts her against him-- the firm grip of his strong hands on the tops of her thighs, carrying her slight weight as if she were nothing.  The press against his body in that moment is heavenly, and she writhes close, exhaling a long sigh of bliss into his ear as his lips and teeth explore her sensitive throat and shoulder.<br/><br/>Straddling his thighs as he sits on the bed, she dips her head aside to let her red hair fall across one shoulder, allowing her to appraise him in the soft light as he unclasps her bra.  Her hands trail along his shoulders and arms, tracing contours and swells of muscle and bone, and she looks warmly into his eyes with her lips subtly parted to draw heated breath.  After only a moment's hesitation-- not reconsidering, simply drawing that anticipation out so that she can savor his reaction-- she shrugs one strap from her shoulder and, giving a simple tug, slips the brassiere down her arms, letting spill the ample, pale spheres of her breasts.  She brings her hands together, stroking her fingers around Imre's waist to his navel to do so, and slips the garment off, revealing pale-pink aureoles crested by hardened, upturned nipples.  She may not be overly-endowed, but her shape is exquisite-- especially, in that the pliant globes meld together with her arms pressed so, then gently spread as she tosses the garment aside.<br/><br/>Wanting to give him a moment to prepare-- if this is what he desires-- she strokes his chest with her hands before kissing him once, then again, tenderly, then easing back with a sultry and encouraging smile.  She wants to be enjoyed, and wants to savor him in turn, and he can tell as much from the glistening spark in her eyes as the flush across her pale, upper breasts and the rapid swelling of her ribs that she, very clearly, is aroused beyond what her words earlier expressed.  Making no secret of her appreciation of his body, she takes the time to trace the angle of his cheekbone with her lips and forefinger, the cut of his jaw as well-- her other hand roaming more freely to memorize and explore the size and shape of his torso and-- without shame-- trace his thighs' girth with her fingers before cupping, then stroking, the length of his cock through the fabric of his underwear.<br/><br/>Her appreciation of his body, with inhibitions cast aside, encourages and stimulates her curiosity even more.  And it's but a moment before she squirms closer to rub her entire body against him, from the nape of her neck to the junction of her thighs, letting her breasts and stomach meet him everywhere she can as she writhes against and kisses him with sheer ecstatic need.<br/><br/>Then, arching her back and raising upon her knees-- an act that causes her to rise up and tense her whole body-- she shivers, shudders lightly, and lets out a soft, whimpering little noise of bliss with each breath... her eyes clench, she quivers a moment, and then it subsides, with a light giggle from her lips.  "I'm... ah..."  she turns her head and grins in mild embarrassment, "quite... responsive, as you can see."  She shakes her head, bites her lower lip.  "I think, perhaps, I'd better start..."<br/><br/>... and so she glides along his torso, trailing her coppery mane from his cheek to his shoulder and chest, hooking her fingers in his waistband and tugging insistently.  With a bit of his cooperation hopefully forthcoming, she'll be able to free his briefs from his body and over his knees, exposing him entirely to her bare-breasted, pale and lightly-freckled form, as well as her eager intentions.