[He believes himself to be prepared for what it will feel like to have her hands on him for the first time in months, to finally be able to indulge in what he's been fighting against so fruitlessly, but the truth is that nothing can prepare him for just how exquisite even the faintest touch feels after so much time spent yearning— the warm press of her lips against his collar makes something pull pleasantly tight between his shoulders, the gentle curl of her fingers around his length not enough to offer true relief, but full of temptation and promise.
Not touching her is going to be much, much more difficult than he'd first thought.
He lets a shuddering exhale of breath escape him as she takes him in slow, taunting strokes, the nip of her teeth at his neck drawing a strained groan from him lips as he tips his head back. Fighting the urge to give in to instinct, he reaches to grab at the bedclothes on either side of him, his knuckles paling with the effort to keep his hands occupied.]
That's...
[He makes a sound that's half halting breath, half laughter.]
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Not touching her is going to be much, much more difficult than he'd first thought.
He lets a shuddering exhale of breath escape him as she takes him in slow, taunting strokes, the nip of her teeth at his neck drawing a strained groan from him lips as he tips his head back. Fighting the urge to give in to instinct, he reaches to grab at the bedclothes on either side of him, his knuckles paling with the effort to keep his hands occupied.]
That's...
[He makes a sound that's half halting breath, half laughter.]
Very nice.