He adored her legs too, the way they brushed against his own and tightened around his hips. Leaning into her touch, stealing her breath and moving again down her throat. Very slightly nipping, then kisses and breath hot against her skin. Her hair between his fingers was heaven, weaving his fingers through it against her back before finding her skin once more. Slow touches, questioning slightly, against her ribs and up--teasing fabric along her sports bra.
Could...could he? Aware that his face was flushed, some of it a blush but the rest of it... His nerves weren't being listened to, in favor of reading her own cues and giving his in turn. Listening to his emotions that wanted her, that cared about her and wanted her happy and safe and pleased.
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Date: 2018-06-13 04:47 am (UTC)Could...could he? Aware that his face was flushed, some of it a blush but the rest of it...
His nerves weren't being listened to, in favor of reading her own cues and giving his in turn. Listening to his emotions that wanted her, that cared about her and wanted her happy and safe and pleased.