He presses his lips to hers gently, and presses his fingers harder. He knows she likes that, and it seems safer to stay with what he knows at the moment. She's not any easier to read when she's naked.
'...like this for now, then.'
What is he doing? This isn't him. He's been doing this to women for more years than he can remember, why the bloody hell is she making him nervous? No idea, but he has a solid word with himself in his head. Time to sort himself out.
So his lips trail up her jaw, a copy of her own on his a few moments before, biting gently at her jawline. He presses his groin firmly against her thigh, thinking how much nicer it is like this, with nothing between them the way it was last time.
'Remember the other night? Think how much better this'll feel in a minute.'
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Why isn't she looking at him? That's a bit weird.
He presses his lips to hers gently, and presses his fingers harder. He knows she likes that, and it seems safer to stay with what he knows at the moment. She's not any easier to read when she's naked.
'...like this for now, then.'
What is he doing? This isn't him. He's been doing this to women for more years than he can remember, why the bloody hell is she making him nervous? No idea, but he has a solid word with himself in his head. Time to sort himself out.
So his lips trail up her jaw, a copy of her own on his a few moments before, biting gently at her jawline. He presses his groin firmly against her thigh, thinking how much nicer it is like this, with nothing between them the way it was last time.
'Remember the other night? Think how much better this'll feel in a minute.'