[ He doesn't know why the air is so thick, or why his eyes are just focused on that mouth and the way you sound, all the while the ache is building enough that his stomach is taut, because if he breathes any more he thinks it will only make it worse. His hands have gone still against your spine, one higher than the other and close to your nape because one of the very first things that he wants right now is the chance to run his fingers along the curve of your scalp before he buries his face in your neck.
The first thing he does though, is to catch your mouth with his again, the arm around your waist tightening to press your hips right up against his. There's a low noise as he kisses you hard, and if he seems a little desperate, then maybe it's because he just is.
You see, Josh knows about the ink on your skin beneath the fabric of your clothes, has the memory of the sound you might make as he nips with the barest hint of teeth along the underside of your jaw, the angle of your neck. And when his hands move now, in tandem to mold the length of your body to fit against his own, he lets gravity take hold so that his back hits the bed, because he wants the weight of you over him to anchor him down. ]
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The first thing he does though, is to catch your mouth with his again, the arm around your waist tightening to press your hips right up against his. There's a low noise as he kisses you hard, and if he seems a little desperate, then maybe it's because he just is.
You see, Josh knows about the ink on your skin beneath the fabric of your clothes, has the memory of the sound you might make as he nips with the barest hint of teeth along the underside of your jaw, the angle of your neck. And when his hands move now, in tandem to mold the length of your body to fit against his own, he lets gravity take hold so that his back hits the bed, because he wants the weight of you over him to anchor him down. ]