It hadn't taken him long to act a soon as her words had registered. She could tell he was hesitant at first though – simply dragging his fingers up her sides, gently caressing her ribs and the outside of her bra.
But as soon as she had started administering small kisses up his throat, on his jaw and on his collarbone, he had grasped her through the material.
He was gentle, simply massaging the sides of her, and while Barbara had gasped at the sensation, she needed much more than that.

"Take it off me Walt – please." She whispered in his ear.

He reached around her and found the clasp. He fumbled with it for a little bit, but even though she was clearly distracting him, he freed the straps from their locks and slid the bra off of her shoulders and tossed it aside.

"Gorgeous." He sighed as he turned his head just before she kissed his cheek and caught her lips in his.
The kiss wasn't rushed, but merely languid and slow - why, it was maddening.

Maddening as he cupped both her breasts in his hands, rolling them in his palms and dragging his thumbs over her sensitive nipples.
She gasped and arched her back – feeling a pleasant zing of electricity go down her spine.
He smiled into the kiss, obviously pleased with himself, and a specifically rough flick of his thumb against her made her bite his lower lip in frustration.

That made him growl - Oh.

He let go of her mouth as his hands let go of her breast, and before she could do anything he was pulling down her slacks from either side of her hips, and his mouth found her left breast.
She whimpered his name and dug her fingernails into his shoulders as her slacks were dragged down to the middle of her thighs, and her breast was being thoroughly stimulated by his tongue.

She tried moving her legs to get the slacks off, but all she managed was to get them down just above her knees, and eventually get stuck there – but she didn't want to get off him, didn't want to leave him, so she ignored them.
He groaned and exhaled on her, which made her gasp, and then he switched to her other breast where he took her nipple between his teeth and rolled it.

There was pain, and there was pleasure and Barbara didn't know what turned her on more; the fact he could easily sprout fangs and rupture her skin, or the fact that he didn't do so.

His head moved upwards and Barbara gave a sad whimper, but soon his mouth found her neck, where he copied her earlier ministrations, and she found that that was just as maddening.
She grinded her hips into his lap, and he made an inhuman sound like a snarl, and Barbara became very aware of her wet she'd gotten. It felt like an ache – something sweet yet empty inside her, and she knew she needed him to fill out the emptiness and drink from the sweetness – God, she wanted him to feel good too.

Her emptiness sung out to her as she felt his left hand go down her stomach as his right steadied her from her right hip. He looked into her eyes, a question in his own, and she nodded quickly, so touched that he still felt like he had to ask before moving forwards.

His fingers traced just outside of her panties, and while they were silky black in color, she wished she'd worn something with lace – just for tonight.
He didn't seem to mind what she was wearing as his hand breached the hem and his palm slid flat against her sex.
Her breath hitched, he dragged his palm down and up her, she let out a gasp, he crooked his fingers to slide them just outside her folds.

"Come on Walter, quit teasing!" she moaned.
She hadn't thought he was the teasing kind, being a gentleman like he was, but she also found that she didn't mind.

"So impatient." He drawled.
Though his own body betrayed him. She could feel him beneath her through the robe and she wanted to make a joke about the hardness of a rock. She figured she'd make it later.

She writhed a bit, but didn't ground down onto his fingers, easy as it would be, but she wanted to him to -
He plunged a finger inside her, up to the hilt and Barbara let out groan.
"Yes! Ah, right there Walt, don't stop!"

He nodded appreciatively and started to lick her neck, kissing up the wet stripe he left behind and bit at her job to finish the job.
This time she did ground down, and he added a second finger as she caught his mouth with her own, not even waiting for him to register anything before she plunged her tongue into his mouth.

He angled his hand, and as he added a third finger inside her, his thumb grazed over clitoris, making her shout out into his mouth as her tongue twisted with his - and that was their pace.
Him easing his fingers in and out of her, grinding his thumb on her clit, and her moving slightly up and down as she rode his fingers.

She felt a little shameful – was she too eager? He seemed to want this too if his nether regions were anything to tell from, and the way his brow drew together as she moaned once again, indicated that he thoroughly enjoyed listening to her whimpers.

Barbara felt herself coil, felt her stomach tighten and gasped against his mouth, breathed against his jaw and eventually pushed her head into the space between his neck and shoulder as she whimpered – her legs too tired to move herself up and down at this point, and yet she felt him quicken his pace, his fingers speeding up.
Was he trying to get her to?
The question seemed silly - of course he was, and there she went.
The electricity built, her breathing labored and her spine arched as she came apart around his fingers.
She saw white, and she saw stars, and she felt his skin against hers thought it didn't feel like her own skin for a second - and she felt him remove his fingers to catch he before she fell backwards, but she felt more like she was floating.

Holy – he'd made her come from just using his fingers on her for a mere 30 seconds or so.

Usually it took her minutes to manage that on her own. But usually it was because she was too caught up being stressed to enjoy herself. Or maybe he was just really skilled.

"That – was, hah, ama – amazing Walt." Oh God but she was panting hard, and for a moment she was afraid she'd seemed too eager.

"I am glad you enjoyed it my dear. I must say; you are very responsive".

She opened her eyes at that, her body stiffening – oh God she had been too eager, and she had come and he had thought that was all she wanted.
- That was amazing

Did he think she was done? That she had had her fill, and he could go back to bed?

James had often complained that she enjoyed foreplay more than the actual sex. And he wasn't one for oral, both on the giving and receiving side, so she never did get to show him that she could make foreplay good for him too.
She'd let herself go, and taken too much and -

He kissed the side of her head, nuzzled the shell of her ear with his nose and whispered gently - "I like that about you."

She felt herself relax. Oh – he did? He really did? Wait, so he wasn't done, and he didn't assume - She straightened her back, oh her body felt wonderful but still not yet satisfied.
"You do? I mean… I know, that is… if you're still up for it, I wouldn't oppose to…"

He chuckled and flashed her a slightly toothy grin – oh that was so on purpose.

He rose and she rose with him, her legs having regained their strength, though still a little wobbly, and she managed to get both her slacks and panties off.
That was when his hands guided hers to the plush belt that accompanied any robe, had the owner not disposed of it anyway, and she tugged at the binding in the middle.

He was – well, lean. Not overly muscular, but sinewy with a handsome waist and a broad chest. He was hairless, except for a fine line of hair going from his navel to the top of his boxers and – oh – she had not been wrong about his excitement before.
She was staring, she knew she was, but it had been a long time since James, and before that she hadn't had many lovers she had gotten intimate with.

He coughed a little and she caught his nervous eyes as he looked at her with sincere, honest questioning.

"Is, ah, is everything alright? I can cover up if you want to stop. No need to go any further, and you know I won't be mad." – He offered her a calm and gentle smile. She really did believe that if she decided to turn around and go upstairs he'd go to bed and not hold anything against her.

She palmed him through the fabric of his boxers, and he dropped the robe on the couch, his inquiry long forgotten and his breathing once again a little labored.

"Everything is wonderful" - she meant that to be sexy, but she was tired and somewhat sated.
Nonetheless he let her guide him back down on the couch, that being said she pushed back against his crotch and he fell, but he did manage to catch that she wanted him to lay down instead of sit up.
He angled his body, and she scooped herself underneath him as they both lay down, her head hitting the folded duvet and pillow behind her, him on top of her between her legs, his arms on either side of her face.
The couch wasn't wide per say, but they made it work. The blanket and robe beneath them acted well enough for comfort, and Barbara sighed, as she felt more comfortable than she'd been in a long time.

She hadn't stopped her gentle caressing of him through his boxers, and he had grown significantly firmer throughout the process of them getting comfortable.
She felt a sudden pride at that – he did want her, and she was feeling good to him.

His eyes closed and this time it was his breathing that hitched. She could see the flash of light behind his eyelids, and it occurred to her that he was trying to control his form.

"Take off your boxers for me honey, I want to see you." She drawled, and this time she did manage to sound sexy.
She felt another surge of pride go through her as he whimpered, and another as he braced himself on one hand to use the other hand to drag the last barrier of clothing between them down and off his legs.

He was part troll, and she supposed that had something to do with how well endowed he was.
He wasn't scarily big, and she felt sure of enough to say that he wouldn't hurt her, but he still had a certain girth to him, and Barbara felt her mouth water at it.
Oh she was definitely eager now.

Even though she had had an orgasm a few minutes ago, she realized she had been getting more wet with every passing of those individual minutes, and she hooked her legs over his hips and dragged him towards her with them.

His eyes snapped open to look at her, and she could see how they'd taken on a yellow tinge.
He looked nervous.

"Barbara, I must warn you – I'm not sure I can hold this form if we –"