[You'll feel the way every press of your lips and slide of your hands makes the muscle just beneath his skin tighten, just as you'll hear the way his breath stutters up until the point where it leaves him completely once you have him between you and the bed, spread out over those sheets.
You're pieces of a whole to him right now, and it shows in the way that he's staring at you now. Every aspect of you fascinates him: your lips, the curve of your shoulders, the fine lines of your face, the precise way you're keeping him down and under, the remembrance of the taste of your mouth. He can still, as always, plot out every place that your fingers have been on him.]
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You're pieces of a whole to him right now, and it shows in the way that he's staring at you now. Every aspect of you fascinates him: your lips, the curve of your shoulders, the fine lines of your face, the precise way you're keeping him down and under, the remembrance of the taste of your mouth. He can still, as always, plot out every place that your fingers have been on him.]