[He loses himself easily in that rhythm, always meeting her pace, that soft moan and her warm weight atop him sending heat and longing through his entire being. His hands never stay still, fingers carding through her hair, caressing her neck, smoothing over her shoulder as her cardigan slips away, his index finger catching beneath the strap of her nightgown and dipping lower.
He lets out a soft noise of protest as she breaks away, his lips kiss-swollen, his hand coming to the back of her neck to offer reassurance in the event that she's having second thoughts— but the heated press of her lips against his jawline and neck tells him otherwise, drawing a soft groan from him as he tangles his fingers into her hair once more and tips his chin upwards as she mumbles against his neck.
He feels another surge of wanting move through him as he realizes precisely what she's suggesting— perhaps it was the next obvious step, but he's very glad they've found themselves on the same page at last.]
We can move.
[His voice has already grown husky, bordering on breathless, her breath against his neck eliciting a groan of appreciation, and he fumbles briefly before taking her by the hips again.]
Ah— bedroom?
[God above, his heart is racing, beating against the inside of his chest as though fit to burst.]
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He lets out a soft noise of protest as she breaks away, his lips kiss-swollen, his hand coming to the back of her neck to offer reassurance in the event that she's having second thoughts— but the heated press of her lips against his jawline and neck tells him otherwise, drawing a soft groan from him as he tangles his fingers into her hair once more and tips his chin upwards as she mumbles against his neck.
He feels another surge of wanting move through him as he realizes precisely what she's suggesting— perhaps it was the next obvious step, but he's very glad they've found themselves on the same page at last.]
We can move.
[His voice has already grown husky, bordering on breathless, her breath against his neck eliciting a groan of appreciation, and he fumbles briefly before taking her by the hips again.]
Ah— bedroom?
[God above, his heart is racing, beating against the inside of his chest as though fit to burst.]