his desire to accept

... in that moment , a coyness overcame her brazenness...and she pulled on the shortness of her skirt. He, aware of the change ...even more wanting at her display of modesty, after her game of much teasing and seducing.

His open interest in what she had to offer, his desire to accept, his desire to learn, his desire to taste her world...all of a sudden making her slightly withdraw. She wanted him to become the hunter, the taker....she no longer cared to seduce....her share had been done. She had opened the door and invited him in.

It didn't take him long to step near and place his hand on the fine silkiness of her stocking, the softness of her inner thigh....and as his hand travelled higher, reaching the top of the stocking, his thumb hooked beneath the lace holdup and slowly tugged it down
...and as his hand travelled downward
...revealing the flesh of her leg so he went on his knees and began the journey of his mouth
 ....kissing nibbling inhaling the length of her exposed thigh...RB.