[ In a way, that's a gross understatement. Everything about you makes his heart hum, but it's the little things that always end up undoing him. Take, for example, the texture of your thumb, the barest tease of it close to the back of his finger; it's soft and alive, in contrast to the perpetually cooler and sturdier metal of the promise ring you have given him. Consider, as well, the way your arm fits almost impeccably around his waist, as if it has always belonged there. Then there is the warmth of your breath, the unique register of your voice against every other sound in the room, your smell (sunbaked sand, sunlight, brine, the sea).
He sinks down to fit himself perfectly against the curves of your body, and there's a hiss of breath from this one the moment he feels the heat of your crotch close to his own. You might have caught, as well, the slight shiver beneath his skin the moment your fingers wrapped around the back of his neck. You're not the only one who needs this.
He doesn't say anything else because he doesn't have to. What he does, instead, is pitch forward, hungrily seeking out your lips, hands reaching for your face. If you open your mouth to his, he's immediately going to respond with his tongue attempting to coax yours out to play. ]
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[ In a way, that's a gross understatement. Everything about you makes his heart hum, but it's the little things that always end up undoing him. Take, for example, the texture of your thumb, the barest tease of it close to the back of his finger; it's soft and alive, in contrast to the perpetually cooler and sturdier metal of the promise ring you have given him. Consider, as well, the way your arm fits almost impeccably around his waist, as if it has always belonged there. Then there is the warmth of your breath, the unique register of your voice against every other sound in the room, your smell (sunbaked sand, sunlight, brine, the sea).
He sinks down to fit himself perfectly against the curves of your body, and there's a hiss of breath from this one the moment he feels the heat of your crotch close to his own. You might have caught, as well, the slight shiver beneath his skin the moment your fingers wrapped around the back of his neck. You're not the only one who needs this.
He doesn't say anything else because he doesn't have to. What he does, instead, is pitch forward, hungrily seeking out your lips, hands reaching for your face. If you open your mouth to his, he's immediately going to respond with his tongue attempting to coax yours out to play. ]