[ It always feels just a little different when they kiss. It doesn't mean anything, of course. It's not romantic, it's not intentional, it's just another show of hunger, of need, something primal and eager. The way he kisses her is open-mouthed, desiring, all tongue and teeth and heated breaths and noises flowing into one another. No one would mistake it for romantic, least of all the two of them. Obviously. There's no room for any of that here.
Not that he isn't going to very much tease her about grabbing him by the hair and kissing his breath away, later. Assuming he remembers it. She's so demanding, pulling him down, dragging him onto the bed, but he meets her eagerly. Pins her back with the weight of his body, his hands sliding down to run across her naked skin. Her breast, her stomach, her thigh.
Then his hand is right between her legs, reaching for her, stroking the dampness of her folds and loving how he can feel himself gliding across her skin. She's always so hot to the touch, molten, perfect when she wraps around his cock, and that very part of him throbs and pulses at the mere thought. A part of him just wants to push her legs open and sheathe himself inside of her, but he doesn't, yet. Instead he strokes her, slowly, with firm pressure as he teases between her lips, threatening to thrust his fingers inside but not doing it yet. Not quite yet. ]
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Not that he isn't going to very much tease her about grabbing him by the hair and kissing his breath away, later. Assuming he remembers it. She's so demanding, pulling him down, dragging him onto the bed, but he meets her eagerly. Pins her back with the weight of his body, his hands sliding down to run across her naked skin. Her breast, her stomach, her thigh.
Then his hand is right between her legs, reaching for her, stroking the dampness of her folds and loving how he can feel himself gliding across her skin. She's always so hot to the touch, molten, perfect when she wraps around his cock, and that very part of him throbs and pulses at the mere thought. A part of him just wants to push her legs open and sheathe himself inside of her, but he doesn't, yet. Instead he strokes her, slowly, with firm pressure as he teases between her lips, threatening to thrust his fingers inside but not doing it yet. Not quite yet. ]