[ He's forgotten how rewarding it is, that frantic mindless way she scrabbles under him, her arms like a bow tied tight to hold him in place, her mouth hot and sweet and questing on his. The sensation wakes a slow itching bloom of fire under his skin: a heat that makes him at once ravenous and sluggish. He can feel that hard upward arrowing of flesh between his legs, a throbbing heaviness in his groin. ]
[ It would be tempting to abandon the games. To just sink into the welcoming warmth of her. Instead, on a sharp inhale, he draws back. Hovers over her for a moment, the pupils of his half-lidded eyes dilated and everything else about him sparking to life; he breathes heavily through his nostrils and the sharp lines of his cheekbone are pinked by heat. Unraveled, with a rawness that seeps past his usual reserve. ]
[ Carefully, he finishes massaging her feet, and places them back on the mattress. Slides up the bed, to the middle of her. He shakes drops of oil onto her belly, then presses it in with his hands, rubbing in tight small circles, stopping just beneath her breasts, his thumbs grazing the sensitive undersides. Careful pressure and calculated friction, almost businesslike -- except he's nestled his torso between her legs as he does it, his weight solid against the damp cluster of hair at her mons. ]
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[ It would be tempting to abandon the games. To just sink into the welcoming warmth of her. Instead, on a sharp inhale, he draws back. Hovers over her for a moment, the pupils of his half-lidded eyes dilated and everything else about him sparking to life; he breathes heavily through his nostrils and the sharp lines of his cheekbone are pinked by heat. Unraveled, with a rawness that seeps past his usual reserve. ]
[ Carefully, he finishes massaging her feet, and places them back on the mattress. Slides up the bed, to the middle of her. He shakes drops of oil onto her belly, then presses it in with his hands, rubbing in tight small circles, stopping just beneath her breasts, his thumbs grazing the sensitive undersides. Careful pressure and calculated friction, almost businesslike -- except he's nestled his torso between her legs as he does it, his weight solid against the damp cluster of hair at her mons. ]