[ There's something about kissing and how it lets him explore the way you taste. He can lose himself in the flavor of your mouth, the texture of your tongue and more of those little sounds that leave you.
One hand is going to curl possessively over that elbow of yours, while the other travels over the dip of muscle along your bicep, and further up to drift his fingertips along the line of your throat.
You look breathtaking like this, with the need in your eyes and the shiver in your breath. It's almost uncomfortable, how it's making him remember the way you looked when he'd pinned you down, tied you up and brought you to the point of begging.
It's almost uncomfortable because he wants to see that again.
He'll trace a line now, down the middle of your chest, close enough to where you're hard against his stomach before he veers his hand away. ]
Anything I want? [ Does he sound hesitant? Maybe. Yes. He'd like to be absolutely sure. ]
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One hand is going to curl possessively over that elbow of yours, while the other travels over the dip of muscle along your bicep, and further up to drift his fingertips along the line of your throat.
You look breathtaking like this, with the need in your eyes and the shiver in your breath. It's almost uncomfortable, how it's making him remember the way you looked when he'd pinned you down, tied you up and brought you to the point of begging.
It's almost uncomfortable because he wants to see that again.
He'll trace a line now, down the middle of your chest, close enough to where you're hard against his stomach before he veers his hand away. ]
Anything I want? [ Does he sound hesitant? Maybe. Yes. He'd like to be absolutely sure. ]