<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>When Hope's mouth meets her neck and ear, Jackson practically shivers at even such tentative contact.  For the briefest moment, she's embarrassed-- humiliated by how aggressive and wanton she's being with a young woman she's hardly even met.  God knows that this woman is beyond beautiful, her body inconceivably perfect-- even beyond human-- and her demeanor, her words, her outright consent has been nothing but encouraging... but it's too perfect.<br/><br/>Is it the shortcoming in Jackson's 'software'-- the nanites that skew her body chemistry and 'ping' her with curious questions and that limit her inhibitions so smoothly she doesn't even realize it... is<i>that</i>what's making her break down to desire so quickly?  Could she be exposing herself to danger?<br/><br/>Then, her tongue trails a long, slow circle around one of Hope's exposed aureoles, feeling the subtle swell of the puffed, tender skin, savoring the creamy taste of her bare flesh, and her warm saliva trails behind to paint the pink circle all the way to the protruding tip of her nipple, left glistening with her eager saliva.  She hovers a half inch farther back, focusing her pale eyes up at Hope's, transfixed in a moment of pure anticipation as her breath spills over the fresh-dampened bit, one panting exhale after another.  And she thinks, 'Who cares?  This... is living...' and she crowns the nipple with her full mouth, suckling firmly and turning her head, burying her chin and nose in Hope's lovely breast so her next rapid breaths whisper against the firm flesh.<br/><br/>Shifting her position unconsciously, she tugs the arms of Hope's leotard to her hands and off.  She seemed to enjoy restraining the girl's hands, but-- for the moment-- she wanted them free.  And she made no secret of this... for as she bent her back and straightened herself, her teeth grazing teasingly at the pert nipple in her mouth as she lets it delicately pop free, Jackson straightens to her feet and, with an unladylike swagger, wipes the back of her hand across her dampened mouth.  "Off," she says simply.  "Slow."<br/><br/>She leans forward, perching her hands on the stool before her so her face is next to Hope's, then angles her jaw so she can sweep her gaze hungrily over the woman's bare breasts and up to her elegant, angelic eyes.  "But first, me..." she says in a husky whisper that is thick as honey with her desire.