[ Slow. He definitely wants to take this slow. Wants her breaths to unravel in that remembered way, jittery and aching, her soft cries playing him like an angel strokes a harp, all smooth glissandos and hot pressurized thrums, eroding his concentration in a way so wickedly sweet that every doubt and bitterness in his gray, shadowed life is briefly swept away on a wave's crest of pure perfect focus. ]
[ She yelps, and his lips twitch against her skin -- a secret not-quite smile. With one hand he makes slow even passes -- stroking in circular motions down her right leg, concentrating on where her muscles feel less like cords than frayed balls of twine under the skin. Meanwhile, he rests the other hand on her mons, his palm against the soft thicket of pubic hair. Just the softest edge of pressure radiating to her clit -- before he slips one finger down and presses against her labia. She's wet. He can feel how wet she is. ]
[ Want pulses through every inch of him. His cock is prodding at his belly like a clock hand. Highnoon; midnight; everything in between. He ignores it, head dipped to work hungrily at her breasts. Tongue swirling across one nipple, then the other, exposing them to the hot wet pressure of his mouth, then the cool air, as he alternates between them over and over, teasing them to hard springy points. ]
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[ She yelps, and his lips twitch against her skin -- a secret not-quite smile. With one hand he makes slow even passes -- stroking in circular motions down her right leg, concentrating on where her muscles feel less like cords than frayed balls of twine under the skin. Meanwhile, he rests the other hand on her mons, his palm against the soft thicket of pubic hair. Just the softest edge of pressure radiating to her clit -- before he slips one finger down and presses against her labia. She's wet. He can feel how wet she is. ]
[ Want pulses through every inch of him. His cock is prodding at his belly like a clock hand. Highnoon; midnight; everything in between. He ignores it, head dipped to work hungrily at her breasts. Tongue swirling across one nipple, then the other, exposing them to the hot wet pressure of his mouth, then the cool air, as he alternates between them over and over, teasing them to hard springy points. ]