[The touch of his hand coming to rest atop her own, to move along with her steady, gentle ministrations causes a pleasant flutter in stomach, her gaze heated as she meets his own before bending to press a soft kiss against his jaw, followed by another to his neck. There is none of the frantic or needful force of the night before— though she certainly has no complaints about any of that— but the warm haze of sleep still lingers slightly for the both of them, lending itself well to comfortable, lazy affection.]
Well, I'll admit, it isn't entirely selfless.
[She chuckles warmly against the smooth curve of his neck, eyelids lowering as she inhales the scent of him again and feels her pulse quicken ever so slightly. It's almost criminal, she thinks, how easy it is to touch him, to fixate on him— and potentially very bad for any plans she may have had for productivity.
She turns her face into his touch, her lips puckering against the pad of his thumb as she trails a finger quite deliberately along the underside of his cock from base to tip.]
Maybe I'd just like to make the most of waking up beside you.
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Well, I'll admit, it isn't entirely selfless.
[She chuckles warmly against the smooth curve of his neck, eyelids lowering as she inhales the scent of him again and feels her pulse quicken ever so slightly. It's almost criminal, she thinks, how easy it is to touch him, to fixate on him— and potentially very bad for any plans she may have had for productivity.
She turns her face into his touch, her lips puckering against the pad of his thumb as she trails a finger quite deliberately along the underside of his cock from base to tip.]
Maybe I'd just like to make the most of waking up beside you.