[ God, you are perfect. In so many different ways, but perfect nevertheless. ]
That's a come-on if there ever was one.
[ He has you on your back next, hands arranging your limbs around him even as he tracks kosses down your torso, teeth nipping in appreciation at the taste of your skin, warm beneath his.
That's him sucking on the flesh beneath your navel, one palm following the length of your thigh to press your legs around him so much closer. His other hand ghosts fingers along your jaw, over your lips, and his eyes flick up to you once, before he dips lower and presses his face into your lap. ]
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That's a come-on if there ever was one.
[ He has you on your back next, hands arranging your limbs around him even as he tracks kosses down your torso, teeth nipping in appreciation at the taste of your skin, warm beneath his.
That's him sucking on the flesh beneath your navel, one palm following the length of your thigh to press your legs around him so much closer. His other hand ghosts fingers along your jaw, over your lips, and his eyes flick up to you once, before he dips lower and presses his face into your lap. ]