Pixie Hazard Archibald Bradford (sneezy the snowman read aloud txt) 📖

used the opportunity to put her arm around him and shift closer in a side-hug.

“That’s really sweet of you to say. But we still don’t have to do anything, it’s alright. Just think of me like a trusted older sister. An older sister who wants to see your naked bod.”

He had turned his head when she hugged him so she winked at him.

That got a shaky laugh out of him, and he turned a bit vulnerable as he ever so slightly exposed a piece of his anxieties to her.

“I just, with girls, er, women-” He corrected himself immediately; “Like right now I c-can’t help but feel like you’re teasing me, you know, when you say stuff like that.”

She nodded kindly.

“I’m not, I swear I’m not. But I bet it still feels kind of like a setup doesn’t it? Like someone is going to pop out and laugh at you or something?”

“Y-yeah.” He said uncertainly as he furrowed his brow; “How did you know that?”

Maria hugged him to her side closer, making sure that he could feel her breast pressing into his shoulder, a subtle reminder, but otherwise keeping the embrace totally innocent.

“I’ve seen it before. You have to understand Bryan: I have a type and you’re it. If I seemed too blunt or pushy earlier, it’s because in my life I’ve learned not to pass up the opportunity to relish the things that I want if I have the chance to get them.”

“And you want... me?”

He was still uncertain and she could tell, so she pressed onwards.

“Words aren’t going to be enough to convince you, I think. It’s like I’m asking you to expose yourself, physically and emotionally right? But you don’t know me well enough to realize that I’m not messing with you. Which makes sense given that we’ve been acquainted for exactly one hot minute.”

She paused to gauge his reaction, then after he didn’t say anything she pulled the elastic out of her ponytail and combed her lustrous hair out with her fingers.

The ancient and innocuous signifier of a woman dropping her guard.

His breathing hitched and he swallowed, not even really understanding why the rich blonde hair dancing between her fingers elicited such a reaction out of him.

She stood up and he followed her, uncertain as to her intent, but still enthralled as her loose hair played over her shoulders for him.

Together they moved away from the bench slightly and she set him at arm’s length.

Close, but not too close, to the bed.

He was primed and she was ready, so she locked eyes with him, preparing to finally go for a frontal assault.

A full frontal as it happened.

When she spoke again her voice had lost some of its softness, becoming lower and more seductive.

“Bryan, I’m going to take my shirt off now. If you don’t want me to, just shake your head.”

Her declaration staggered him nearly as much as his body’s reaction to it.

Heart pounding and mouth dry, he once again had that panicked look, but he didn’t shake his head.

Neither did he look away.

She bit her lip to contain a smile as her own heart fluttered with desire.

Gotcha.

Despite a surge of smug satisfaction, she stayed on task and with deliberate slowness pulled her short tank-top over her head, her lacy black bra and weighty breasts now visible to his eyes which were at the perfect height to appreciate them fully.

Maria’s body certainly had more than her fair share of muscle definition, but she was more smooth-and-toned than jagged-and-bulky.

And though her skin was marred by a number of serious scars and her abs were still sporting a nasty yellow-red bruise from the Junker rocket she had taken on Kentis, nonetheless the teen’s heart nearly exploded from all of the naked flesh in front of him.

He experienced a strange and special kind of guilt for looking at her so exposed, but his eyes continued to gobble up the swell of her breasts and the curve of her waist, unable to do otherwise.

The poor teen had been struggling to hide his erection when they were sitting down and she still had her shirt on, now that they were standing he had two hands in front of his groin and it was painfully obvious why.

She smirked and he followed her eyes as they lowered to his groin. She licked her lips hungrily but gave him a kindly look as she spoke low.

“You have a hard-on. Don’t be embarrassed, women always know.”

He blushed and stammered but she slowly stepped closer so that her tits were right in his face as she reassured him.

“Bryan, it would seriously hurt my feelings if you didn’t have one.”

He swallowed and struggled to overcome his embarrassment at being called out so plainly, the kindly blonde’s accepting words helping enormously.

Her head tilted down until her lips were beside his ear, her hot breath washing over his skin.

“Would you like to see more, baby?” She murmured.

His jaw fell open and once again he was at a loss for words as she leaned back to meet his expression.

“You don’t have to say anything. In fact, saying nothing means ‘yes’ from now on, okay?”

Oh yeah, she knew all the tricks.

Plus she was actually running a little short on time; as Donnie said, Eniella needed her help with the inventory, so she needed to wrap up this little encounter.

She traced one finger from his temple to behind his ear, then down to his jaw before pulling it away.

“I’m going to take my bra off now.” She said softly.

It was a genuine struggle for him not to fall over, his legs wobbled from the intensity and the erotic thrills that she sent through him.

Her fingers reached out and traced down the front of his overalls as