[He tries to laugh with her, but with the first touch of her hand, he trails off into several heavy huffs of breath. It had been so long and he'd forgotten just what it felt like to have someone else's hands on him. To think nothing of old, half-remembered fantasies. He groans softly and lifts his hands to frame her face, fingers buried back into her hair and palms cupping her jaw.
To want, more than anything...
He can't understand her question, but it doesn't matter when her second hands joins the first and the feeling of being wrapped in the heat of her hands sends a fresh stab of arousal through his nerves, shocking in its sharpness. His eyes flick up to meet hers and there's no hiding his own desires. She is not the only one who wants.]
Yes. [He doesn't care if that's actually an appropriate answer to whatever she had asked him. It's as much an indication of his pleasure as it is anything else. The feeling is unlike anything else, unmatched by anything else he could feel in the moment.
He finally captures her mouth, his kiss hard and hungry. Without relinquishing either the grip of his hands or the lock of his lips against hers, he pulls her down to the sheets with him, his hips tilting up eagerly.]
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Date: 2018-03-02 08:01 am (UTC)To want, more than anything...
He can't understand her question, but it doesn't matter when her second hands joins the first and the feeling of being wrapped in the heat of her hands sends a fresh stab of arousal through his nerves, shocking in its sharpness. His eyes flick up to meet hers and there's no hiding his own desires. She is not the only one who wants.]
Yes. [He doesn't care if that's actually an appropriate answer to whatever she had asked him. It's as much an indication of his pleasure as it is anything else. The feeling is unlike anything else, unmatched by anything else he could feel in the moment.
He finally captures her mouth, his kiss hard and hungry. Without relinquishing either the grip of his hands or the lock of his lips against hers, he pulls her down to the sheets with him, his hips tilting up eagerly.]