Haptephilia [Also, I like your new theme.-skips away-]
The blonde woman was certainly known for being clingy to the bartender, and he did not mind the idea at all, when the bartender in question was himself. But he never thought the extent of her being clingy really stretched out that she was always in hand to want something off from him. Granted, he was not complaining when his girlfriend was always asking for sex every time they were together: it was one of those great times where Gabe and Alice would really bond and be intimate, aside from the date nights, the outings, the hanging-outs and all those things a couple should do.
However, he did not expect the blonde to forgo all those things and straight up come to him and demand that she wanted a touch, as she took off both his pants and his boxers in one fell swoop.
Sitting on the couch with his pants down and off from his legs, Gabe watched as Alice went on to caress his legs and dig her nails into his skin, feeling the sting lightly at her action, as she looked up at him deviously. “You really can’t take your hands off from me, huh?” It was the same question he asked her countless times, and as much as it sounded repetitive by now, Gabe knew Alice just loved to be around him, and he was not going to complain about that. Her touch, a little mix of both soft touches and possessive grabs were already beginning to show an effect, in a visual undertone as he slowly awakened and looking poised to have more of this touches. “Babe.” He pointed at his erection. “You’re already making me hard, basically.”
