[Her breath steadily regains that hungry heaviness as he continues to press and stroke her within. She feels her vision blur, barely making out the tattoo across his chest as he pulls her against him.
(Do astrophysicists get tattoos? Is that common? God, the stray thoughts that seep in, regardless of the mood).
Not wanting to be exclusively tended to one of her hands finds its way between their bodies but stops just below his abdomen and above his length; she understands now that he's been biding his time and it's bewildering and bemusing.]
Yes, well. I'd say you're astoundingly more patient than I am.
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(Do astrophysicists get tattoos? Is that common? God, the stray thoughts that seep in, regardless of the mood).
Not wanting to be exclusively tended to one of her hands finds its way between their bodies but stops just below his abdomen and above his length; she understands now that he's been biding his time and it's bewildering and bemusing.]
Yes, well. I'd say you're astoundingly more patient than I am.