A low moan leaves her lips as his thumb pushes downward, the pressure combined with the slide of his tongue exquisite; the lace brushes lightly against her legs as they slip down to her ankles. She's not so lost in the pleasure as to not notice how careful he's being, having a hard time mistaking it as anything but hesitancy after their dry spell. One hand lifts from his shoulder to delve into his hair, stroking through the strands in effort to reassure further.
"Oh, yess, just like that..." she breathes on a tail-end of another moan. "God, that's so good. I've missed this, the way you touch me-- how amazing you always make me feel."
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Date: 2015-03-03 12:16 am (UTC)"Oh, yess, just like that..." she breathes on a tail-end of another moan. "God, that's so good. I've missed this, the way you touch me-- how amazing you always make me feel."