[Gods, he is far too good at that— she swallows down what can only be described as a whimper as his touch pushes her higher, the movement of her hips now all but involuntary.]
I want you, too—
[The shift is sudden; she makes a small noise of protest at the pause in his attentions, but it's quickly apparent that he has something else in mind. She exhales slowly, surging into that needful kiss with just as much demand, spurred on by his grasp on her hips, eagerly parting his lips with her tongue to taste him once more.
It's beginning to feel as though she can't get enough of him, drunk on his attention, on his touch, and she sprawls on her back as he begins to kiss his way downwards, his lips moving down the fine column of her throat, and it isn't until he makes his way past her breasts and to her stomach that she realizes exactly what his intention is.
Oh. Her stomach tightens with anticipation, her heart lodging itself in her throat, and suddenly she feels trapped in what's left of her clothing. Pulse thundering in her veins, she reaches downwards to push her waistband down over her hips, eager to free herself, tangling one hand in his hair to steady herself when she realizes her fingers are near trembling.]
Are you...
[Are you sure? But gods, don't let him change his mind— she aches for him, every inch of her skin too hot and pulled too tight.]
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I want you, too—
[The shift is sudden; she makes a small noise of protest at the pause in his attentions, but it's quickly apparent that he has something else in mind. She exhales slowly, surging into that needful kiss with just as much demand, spurred on by his grasp on her hips, eagerly parting his lips with her tongue to taste him once more.
It's beginning to feel as though she can't get enough of him, drunk on his attention, on his touch, and she sprawls on her back as he begins to kiss his way downwards, his lips moving down the fine column of her throat, and it isn't until he makes his way past her breasts and to her stomach that she realizes exactly what his intention is.
Oh. Her stomach tightens with anticipation, her heart lodging itself in her throat, and suddenly she feels trapped in what's left of her clothing. Pulse thundering in her veins, she reaches downwards to push her waistband down over her hips, eager to free herself, tangling one hand in his hair to steady herself when she realizes her fingers are near trembling.]
Are you...
[Are you sure? But gods, don't let him change his mind— she aches for him, every inch of her skin too hot and pulled too tight.]