[ The way he ends up tugging that robe of yours loose is a touch rougher than he expected to be, and the sigh that passes his lips once he's pushed the fabric aside is almost reverent. The arm he's snaked around your waist is tugging you higher above him, because he wants the familiar weight of you anchoring him down.
When he rears up just enough to do so, he presses his lips over your skin: hungry, strained and well on the way to a little desperate. ] Babe, shrug this thing off, please.
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When he rears up just enough to do so, he presses his lips over your skin: hungry, strained and well on the way to a little desperate. ] Babe, shrug this thing off, please.