[ Oh no, you don't. He stops moving his hands and curls his fingers firmly instead into your flesh, gaze steady on your face and almost deathly quiet as he waits for you to quiet down.
He won't tell you to stop squirming -- mostly because it's thrilling to get you worked up like this. Instead, he'll be patient. ]
I've barely touched you.
[ Understatement, that. No, he's not putting too much stress on his choice of oil. He knows your skin is likely on fire. You made sure he knew the many ways one could feel so terribly trapped in one's own skin and he's fully committed to returning the favor. ]
Tell me what you want. [ That's whispered over your lips, right before he indulges you and covers your mouth with his own. ]
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He won't tell you to stop squirming -- mostly because it's thrilling to get you worked up like this. Instead, he'll be patient. ]
I've barely touched you.
[ Understatement, that. No, he's not putting too much stress on his choice of oil. He knows your skin is likely on fire. You made sure he knew the many ways one could feel so terribly trapped in one's own skin and he's fully committed to returning the favor. ]
Tell me what you want. [ That's whispered over your lips, right before he indulges you and covers your mouth with his own. ]