"Why the hurry, darling?" Mordecai winked and loosened the rusty red sash he wore draped across his chest. He pulled one of its ends and let the raw cloth slither around his hips like the limbs of a wanton spirit. The tongue of worn cloth unraveled from his lean body and thwacked like a whip when it came free.
Moxxi bit her lip and bared her teeth. "Rawr!"
The hunter let his sash slip to the ground. Next came his sword, razor sharp and vicious, and his pistol: a heavy chunk of black steel and adorned with stripes of amber. He weighed it in his hands and felt its power before letting it thunk on the ground.
The brunette on the bed observed his nonchalant display with relish. She felt a pulsating warmth build inside her again as she watched the Vault Hunter.
One by one Mordecai undid the fastenings of his armor. Rugged hands moved over raw leather and plates of hammered steel, unbuckling belts and ammo pouches.
Moxxi couldn't help but sigh as one by one the equipment and armaments dropped from his shoulders. This was not some flirtatious strip tease. There was no dancing, no toying and no teasing. But it was a strip and a display all right, a fine one indeed.
Finally he was down to his undershirt, trousers and combat boots. The hunter was enjoying Moxxi's undivided attention. When he winked at her she couldn't help but giggle like a schoolgirl. Grinning, he lifted his shirt and granted her a glance at the corrugated musculature of his stomach before letting it fall down again. He blew her a kiss and bared some more bronzed flesh. Now he was toying with her after all. Mordecai slowly teased the fabric higher, inch by inch. It slid over his broad chest and revealed two dark nipples until at last it passed his head and fell to the floor.
The brunette bit her lip at the sight of his uncovered brawny torso. Faded scars and traces of combat crisscrossed the broad chest and slabs of muscle rippled beneath the suntanned skin.
"Come on, show me what you got!", the barmaid purred
The hunter waggled his eyebrows and flexed his biceps. Mordecai's body hardened and highlighted his contours as if they were chiseled from granite.
The brunette took it all in with coveting eyes.
"Like what you see?" His voice was husky.
"Sugar, you have no idea." She raised her right hand and with her circling index finger gestured for him to turn around.
Mordecai bared his teeth and bit the air like a hungry animal. The barmaid giggled and watched him intently while he slowly turned his back towards her. He rolled his shoulders and let his muscles dance beneath his battle-scarred skin. But despite this thrilling display of rock-hard man body Moxxi's gaze was captured by the tight buttocks that were so clearly defined under his trousers. She could feel her clitoris tingle at the delectable display and she could barely keep herself from openly caressing it.
He completed his rotation. His gaze met hers and he slowly reached for the buckle of his belt. Neither of them wanted to avert their eyes and they stared intently into each other's soul. His hands paused when Moxxi suddenly swung her legs off the bed and sat up. Her tailcoat, no longer held together by the strained buttons, fell open to reveal her smooth belly and lace underwear. The coat fluently slipped off her arms when she stood up and sashayed over. Moxxi circled the hunter and let her immaculate fingertips brush across his abdomen. Behind him she stopped and stepped close until she could feel the heat radiating from his body. The brunette Lady reached around his waist and caught his wrists. She got up on her tiptoes and leaned close to his ear. "Why don't you let me give you a hand with that?"
She placed a soft kiss on Mordecai's nape and sent a wave of goosebumps across his body.
His scent filled Moxxi's nose. He smelled of leather and gunpowder, of bestial vigour and passion. The tingling sensation between her legs intensified. She pressed her milky, voluptuous breasts against his tanned back and her hard nipples traced the contours of his ribs.
Mordecai's wrists were still shackled by Moxxi's persuasive fingers. Now she finally loosened her grip and directed his hands backwards onto her own hips. They kept moving further until they wrapped around her succulent behind. He squeezed it lightly and with relish. Moxxi could only see the back of his head, but she could feel the radiation of his beaming grin. The hunter's rough fingers tickled her skin like silk and kittens. She couldn't help but exhale a longing sigh. Under his loving caress the heat in her buzzing clitoris escalated. Without thinking her hips started to gyrate and grind her yearning mound against his set square buttocks.
Moxxi traced the furrows of Mordecai's stomach muscles with her immaculately manicured fingers until they reached his belt. She undid the buckle with two efficient moves and then slowly, tenderly reached down his shorts. She found what she was looking for.
Mordecai's burgeoning cock was already straining against the constraints of his underwear, his veins pulsating and radiating carnal heat. She could feel him twitch and quickly grow hard under her delicate touch. The barmaid took the throbbing shaft in her hands and finally freed the Vault Hunter from his tightening shorts. Moxxi lifted him out of his pants and slowly stroked him until he stood fully erect.
Mordecai moaned and squeezed her ass. Moxxi's fingers embraced his glans and cradled his sack. The dew of her own aching core was steeping her lace thong once more. The feeling of burning desire was spreading from her groin into her entire body and her hands started pumping his cock with long, avid thrusts. She leaned in to nibble at his earlobe and breathe on the tender skin of his neck. "I want you. Right now. I need you inside me."
Moxxi let go of Mordecai only long enough for a deep, ravenous kiss. She seized his penis again and gave the hunter a lewd tug towards the waiting bed.
Writing from the female perspective is so much harder. Female readers, what do you think?