[ sometimes, there comes a bit of a debate in his head on what to do or where to go next when it comes to sex, occasionally overwhelmed by so much naked skin and the escalating arousal quickening the pumping of his blood, with a distracting pounding of his heart beating surprisingly hard within his chest (considering how hard it's become to hear it otherwise since his brief meeting with death).
but he's thankful for how easy she makes it, how she's guiding him along in a way that isn't necessarily so step by step as to make him feel like an idiot, but just enough to send out the signals of what she wants, what lights her up on the inside.
because while he knows he needs to get his mouth on her breast, it's the tell tale signals that come afterwards that really pull him along — the curving arch of her chest, the grasping fingers to his hair strands, the clamping grip of her body at his hips. neither wanting to disappoint her after getting all of that nor wanting to sacrifice the taste of her skin on his lips, he nudges his mouth more firmly on the soft mound, continuing to suck on the tender bud, the wet press of his tongue massaging to coax that quickened breath.
reaching down, he grips for her hips, not to stop them from moving — no way in hell he'd do that now — but to feel that rocking shift, that grinding contact, making it all the more obvious in pinpointing the hard line of his stiffening erection. ]
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but he's thankful for how easy she makes it, how she's guiding him along in a way that isn't necessarily so step by step as to make him feel like an idiot, but just enough to send out the signals of what she wants, what lights her up on the inside.
because while he knows he needs to get his mouth on her breast, it's the tell tale signals that come afterwards that really pull him along — the curving arch of her chest, the grasping fingers to his hair strands, the clamping grip of her body at his hips. neither wanting to disappoint her after getting all of that nor wanting to sacrifice the taste of her skin on his lips, he nudges his mouth more firmly on the soft mound, continuing to suck on the tender bud, the wet press of his tongue massaging to coax that quickened breath.
reaching down, he grips for her hips, not to stop them from moving — no way in hell he'd do that now — but to feel that rocking shift, that grinding contact, making it all the more obvious in pinpointing the hard line of his stiffening erection. ]