You love me. [ He doesn't bother hiding how smug he feels at getting you to sound like that. His breath is warm over your skin, his hands are coming around to skim the sides of your torso.
He rearranges you a little. He is very much familiar with the way your hips express their own brand of impatience, even when he isn't of a mind to take his sweet time with you. ]
Mm. You look really good, babe.
[ Yes, that is him stalling, murmuring that just close enough to where you've grown hard and clearly attempting to get a rise out of you. ]
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He rearranges you a little. He is very much familiar with the way your hips express their own brand of impatience, even when he isn't of a mind to take his sweet time with you. ]
Mm. You look really good, babe.
[ Yes, that is him stalling, murmuring that just close enough to where you've grown hard and clearly attempting to get a rise out of you. ]