[ He loves spoiling her more than anything. The words fall a bit muffled against her skin, only briefly lifting his head to grin at her before he's quick to resume said duties. His kisses grow more intense as their bodies naturally tangle closer, reacting and responding to each other. Those silent cues she gives him — like tugging on his hair — are like delightful little pinpricks of electricity, firing along his nerve endings, keeping him going when he knows he's headed in the right direction and he's giving her exactly what she wants.
It's when she tells him to go harder that he lifts his head again, momentarily smiling before biting his lip a bit, looking all the while like he's up to some mischief. She wants the ache of him to linger, and he thinks to be worried about hurting her for a moment except that he's quick to remind himself she's told him she wants this.
There is something a bit thrilling about it, too, that the memory of this moment might stay with her physically beyond just now. ]
Anything you ask of me.
[ This feels safe to promise. Here and now, it feels easy. Anything for her.
He has to kiss her lips briefly, though, and he does as he thrusts harder, moving to rest both forearms on either side of her again. A second or two later, his mouth moves again to her other breast, paying it the same attention, letting his tongue drag across its pebbled surface as they move together. ]
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Date: 2024-05-08 12:19 am (UTC)[ He loves spoiling her more than anything. The words fall a bit muffled against her skin, only briefly lifting his head to grin at her before he's quick to resume said duties. His kisses grow more intense as their bodies naturally tangle closer, reacting and responding to each other. Those silent cues she gives him — like tugging on his hair — are like delightful little pinpricks of electricity, firing along his nerve endings, keeping him going when he knows he's headed in the right direction and he's giving her exactly what she wants.
It's when she tells him to go harder that he lifts his head again, momentarily smiling before biting his lip a bit, looking all the while like he's up to some mischief. She wants the ache of him to linger, and he thinks to be worried about hurting her for a moment except that he's quick to remind himself she's told him she wants this.
There is something a bit thrilling about it, too, that the memory of this moment might stay with her physically beyond just now. ]
Anything you ask of me.
[ This feels safe to promise. Here and now, it feels easy. Anything for her.
He has to kiss her lips briefly, though, and he does as he thrusts harder, moving to rest both forearms on either side of her again. A second or two later, his mouth moves again to her other breast, paying it the same attention, letting his tongue drag across its pebbled surface as they move together. ]