[He can feel her, the warmth of her, each shift of muscle beneath soft skin, the whisper of soft fabric as it moves over his body, can hear each beat of her heart.
His tongue slides along hers, dipping past her lips, all too eager to taste her, to kiss her absolutely breathless. He smiles to her lips at the sound of her voice, and god he can tell she's turned on, that she wants this, and he wants her so much that it's nearly overwhelming.
His hand teases at her breast still, thumb deliberately caressing, finding a nipple even through the soft fabric, teasing there before sliding up, slipping behind her, beneath where she's lying to see about unfastening her dress.]
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Date: 2017-11-15 05:51 am (UTC)His tongue slides along hers, dipping past her lips, all too eager to taste her, to kiss her absolutely breathless. He smiles to her lips at the sound of her voice, and god he can tell she's turned on, that she wants this, and he wants her so much that it's nearly overwhelming.
His hand teases at her breast still, thumb deliberately caressing, finding a nipple even through the soft fabric, teasing there before sliding up, slipping behind her, beneath where she's lying to see about unfastening her dress.]