[ He was definitely expecting her to kiss him on the lips, but what she does instead makes his breath catch in his throat, his eyes closing despite himself. His head leans to one side, simultaneously encouraging her and giving her better access to the sensitive skin that she's decided to start kissing. It's hard to be disappointed when each kiss makes the flames of his desire burn even brighter, an actual glow starting to emanate from around him.
She has him at her mercy now. Sure, he's groping her breast beneath her shirt, but that hardly seems to be getting the same reaction as she's getting out of him. If he's not going to be completely overwhelmed, he needs to retaliate somehow. He's not in any position to kiss her own neck, so what can he really do that he's not already doing?
It's then that the hand on her breast suddenly sinks lower. A lot lower.
His fingers tuck themselves beneath her waistbands, which would have been bold enough on its own. But his boldness really knows no bounds, as his first and second fingers make their way lower, spreading on either side of her entrance. He's never felt a woman's body like this before. and the opportunity excites him. Finally, he lets his fingers meet inward, brushing lightly against her folds.
As he trembles from the onslaught of pleasure, he manages to murmur the word for rubbing into her ear. ]
S-Suresure...
[ His voice comes out as a low moan, his body pressing against hers as if to try to assert some measure of dominance. What he's really doing, though, is expressing his need to be as close to her as possible, particularly as his fingers start to stroke at her softly. ]
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She has him at her mercy now. Sure, he's groping her breast beneath her shirt, but that hardly seems to be getting the same reaction as she's getting out of him. If he's not going to be completely overwhelmed, he needs to retaliate somehow. He's not in any position to kiss her own neck, so what can he really do that he's not already doing?
It's then that the hand on her breast suddenly sinks lower. A lot lower.
His fingers tuck themselves beneath her waistbands, which would have been bold enough on its own. But his boldness really knows no bounds, as his first and second fingers make their way lower, spreading on either side of her entrance. He's never felt a woman's body like this before. and the opportunity excites him. Finally, he lets his fingers meet inward, brushing lightly against her folds.
As he trembles from the onslaught of pleasure, he manages to murmur the word for rubbing into her ear. ]
S-Suresure...
[ His voice comes out as a low moan, his body pressing against hers as if to try to assert some measure of dominance. What he's really doing, though, is expressing his need to be as close to her as possible, particularly as his fingers start to stroke at her softly. ]