[Each press and stroke of his fingers sends a shiver through her, sends electricity dancing along her skin, each touch so careful as he slowly sets out to learn each dip and curve before he finally finds his way to her breasts between heated, increasingly needful kisses. The sound of her own name murmured against her lips causes her to moan wantonly against the perfect, soft curve of his mouth, and she smooths her hand over his chest and along the planes of his abdomen despite the fact that there is far too much clothing between them still.
Even so, that clothing leaves precious little to the imagination. His arousal had already been quite evident, and she has no doubt the heat of her own is much the same— she meets the upward rock of his hips by rolling her own downwards in a bid for more friction, her breath catching as she feels just how hard he is through that bothersome fabric, and the heat of desire pooling low in her own belly with a force that implies this wasn't so sudden a turn of events as she might have allowed herself to think.
Her fingers catch against his waistband, and much as he had only moments before, she pauses, searching to meet his gaze between kisses, her own pupils now wide and blown with want.]
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Even so, that clothing leaves precious little to the imagination. His arousal had already been quite evident, and she has no doubt the heat of her own is much the same— she meets the upward rock of his hips by rolling her own downwards in a bid for more friction, her breath catching as she feels just how hard he is through that bothersome fabric, and the heat of desire pooling low in her own belly with a force that implies this wasn't so sudden a turn of events as she might have allowed herself to think.
Her fingers catch against his waistband, and much as he had only moments before, she pauses, searching to meet his gaze between kisses, her own pupils now wide and blown with want.]
May I?
[She desperately wants to touch him, fully.]