[her mind is so focused on him, and how fantastic she feels (and hopefully how great he feels too), that tiny bits of information from her surroundings actually processes. his tongue moving with hers, how warm they're both feeling, his... growing arousal. and all of it is adding up to her being unable to keep from tearing his underwear off him. hers can follow suit, frankly.
her resisting the urge to rip their undergarments to shreds becomes so much more difficult when his attention returns to her neck, and she practically becomes a puddle under him. damn him for figuring out one of her weak spots... is what she would say if she wasn't whimpering and moaning under his lips. a breathless whisper of his name escapes her, and she makes no attempt to cover it up. why should she? he's giving her the attention she's missed out on for a year. he should be proud of himself. at least a little bit.
but when he pulls away and looks at her, she wonders if she's scared him a little bit. she's not one to ever regret her words, but if that's what spooked him into reconsidering... she, too, is attempting to catch her breath, though what does that matter when his voice leaves her breathless again? if only he knew half of the things he did to her...
but she gazes up at him for a moment, blue eyes half-lidded, smiling softly. her voice matches his, in a way, but her answer is confident.] No. I don't think we are. [and even though she doesn't want to ask, she has to.] Do... do you?
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her resisting the urge to rip their undergarments to shreds becomes so much more difficult when his attention returns to her neck, and she practically becomes a puddle under him. damn him for figuring out one of her weak spots... is what she would say if she wasn't whimpering and moaning under his lips. a breathless whisper of his name escapes her, and she makes no attempt to cover it up. why should she? he's giving her the attention she's missed out on for a year. he should be proud of himself. at least a little bit.
but when he pulls away and looks at her, she wonders if she's scared him a little bit. she's not one to ever regret her words, but if that's what spooked him into reconsidering... she, too, is attempting to catch her breath, though what does that matter when his voice leaves her breathless again? if only he knew half of the things he did to her...
but she gazes up at him for a moment, blue eyes half-lidded, smiling softly. her voice matches his, in a way, but her answer is confident.] No. I don't think we are. [and even though she doesn't want to ask, she has to.] Do... do you?