The muscles low in his abdomen contract, affected by her words in a way that drives him towards urgency. He still wants to take his time, but his body wants more; needs her just as much. While his tongue moves in lazy strokes designed to wind her up, his hand smooths down over her calf again, lingering over her foot and tracing the straps of her shoes before moving to the closure of his pants to try and haphazardly free himself. His head moves back into her hand, silently begging for more while he not-so-silently groans at her taste coating his tongue. It's like riding a bike, he thinks, feeling foolish for the comparison even while he gains confidence in his movements, though he hesitates short of touching himself, hand parking in the waistband of his boxer briefs as the buttons on his slacks come open.
"How do we look?" he pulls back enough to ask, voice husky and desperate even as he delves back in.
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Date: 2015-03-05 04:09 pm (UTC)"How do we look?" he pulls back enough to ask, voice husky and desperate even as he delves back in.