<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)<br/>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>Jackson can scarcely think enough to oblige the command as she fumbles for the door handle, pressing her hand against the plate to trigger the recessing door to open... the act takes some concentration that she's reluctant to give, as she's completely absorbed in the sensation of being so easily lifted into the air by the blonde goddess and carried to her bedroom like a princess.  Well... perhaps a bit of a more sexually explicit version of any fairy tale imaginable, being that her hands to not want to stop absorbing the sensation she's receiving from Hope's blonde, silky tresses in her fingers, the firm press of hungry, pillowy lips along her own mouth that are wet, hot, and promising more sensation yet to be imagined... the strong and feminine hands that are teasing her sin and muscle with taut finger-pads and delicate nails.<br/><br/>Her mind and her central nervous system in overdrive, Hope's throat opens as she angles her head back and her breasts rise and fall against Hope's firm, full globes of feminine flesh, as she lets out a gasp of the rising crest of sensation that threatens to overwhelm her body already.  ... she doesn't have the opportunity that, while the nanites in her brain and spine tend to amplify her cognitive functions, they are fascinated by her more... primal reactions... and that they tend to amp up, study, and revel in her physical arousal to the point that... Hope's words against her bare neck and ear...<i> 'yes, so tasty'</i>combined with the flick of her tongue on a nerve cluster at her neck, and a squeeze of her sensitive ass, close to the base of her spine, actually trigger a reaction she would be embarrassed to admit under... less intimate circumstances...<br/><br/>She shivers and shudders for a moment, her throat emitting a sound of her caught breath and a feminine, vulnerable cry before she bites her lip, trembling, clenching her thighs tight around Hope's body and pressing her bare sex against the woman with a fierce hunger.  She's over-lubricated... that's for certain... and her wetness' intensity betrays that she has just climaxed... albeit briefly and only as a fleeting glimpse of what her body is capable of.<br/><br/>"Safe word," she says gently, "mine can be... bagpipes..." she hisses in bliss, giving a little giggle.  "Scot and all."  She grins, and then kisses Hope in a fierce press of flesh and jaw that speaks of an insatiable hunger beyond her diminutive form.  "God I want to taste you..."