He touches her the same way he does everything else: deliberate, purposeful, giving it all equal, deserving thought. She'd be foolish to think he'd go about it in any other fashion, and she draws in a sharp breath of her own against his mouth when his fingers slide over the flat plane of her stomach, light and almost ticklish but purposeful enough to cause the heat to coil deep down.
Her lips part slowly, but encouragingly, needing more the same way he does, their mouths colliding in a rhythm that's almost too easy to find, and she whimpers softly when her tongue slides against his, the kiss adopting more passion. Her hands anchor themselves along his sides, fingertips gently pushing into the skin of his back, and she works a leg around his, the inside of her thigh pressing against his hip.
Stay.
He's covering her, almost cradling her below him, as tenderly as he had earlier when he'd wrapped his arms around her, and the intention behind it all is enough to make her chest feel as though it'll swell to bursting. She chooses, instead, to kiss him that much harder.
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Her lips part slowly, but encouragingly, needing more the same way he does, their mouths colliding in a rhythm that's almost too easy to find, and she whimpers softly when her tongue slides against his, the kiss adopting more passion. Her hands anchor themselves along his sides, fingertips gently pushing into the skin of his back, and she works a leg around his, the inside of her thigh pressing against his hip.
Stay.
He's covering her, almost cradling her below him, as tenderly as he had earlier when he'd wrapped his arms around her, and the intention behind it all is enough to make her chest feel as though it'll swell to bursting. She chooses, instead, to kiss him that much harder.