[ You know how quiet he gets when he's overwhelmed? He's pretty sure he passed that point the moment you had him on his back, and now that you have him, it seems, right where you've wanted him for a while, he's moving onto breathing quietly through his lips because there just isn't enough oxygen getting to his head.
You feel so good, close as you are, even if all you've done is minimal at best. He'll help you with his clothes all right, quiet as he is, focused as he is on willing himself not too rush like an awkward teenager even if the result is the same: him, flushed and naked and painfully aware that you are treated to just how hard he managed to get during thay brief exchange.
If his throat had gone dry earlier, his mouth hasn't. It's a strange combination really, because yes, you have him trapped beneath you, you are also clearly the one currently calling the shots but his thoughts are going to the way you taste and feel in his mouth.
Swallowing now. He should reply to you, right? But the most he can manage is a half-stuttered attempt at an 'I, uh' and his lips closing again. ]
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You feel so good, close as you are, even if all you've done is minimal at best. He'll help you with his clothes all right, quiet as he is, focused as he is on willing himself not too rush like an awkward teenager even if the result is the same: him, flushed and naked and painfully aware that you are treated to just how hard he managed to get during thay brief exchange.
If his throat had gone dry earlier, his mouth hasn't. It's a strange combination really, because yes, you have him trapped beneath you, you are also clearly the one currently calling the shots but his thoughts are going to the way you taste and feel in his mouth.
Swallowing now. He should reply to you, right? But the most he can manage is a half-stuttered attempt at an 'I, uh' and his lips closing again. ]