[ He is, and it's killing him, because the ache between his legs is becoming next to unbearable and you're not ready yet.
He's pulling back now, eyes fixed on your face as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, a second finger joining the first to stretch you out.
You'll see it: the want in his eyes, the question of Is this okay? even as he feels how tight you are and how soon can't come soon enough.
You'll notice it too -- he's stalling a little. Forgive him, this is all so terribly new and he's a little overwhelmed by the way you look against those sheets, ready for the taking. ]
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He's pulling back now, eyes fixed on your face as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, a second finger joining the first to stretch you out.
You'll see it: the want in his eyes, the question of Is this okay? even as he feels how tight you are and how soon can't come soon enough.
You'll notice it too -- he's stalling a little. Forgive him, this is all so terribly new and he's a little overwhelmed by the way you look against those sheets, ready for the taking. ]