[Touching her is far from the only thing he wants to do, but he's not entirely ready to put his imagination to words, to voice exactly where he'd like to put his hands. Instead he let's get pull him back, chasing the taste of her lips as he settles on his knees on the lounger.
It's the sound of her voice that makes him pause, breath hitching at the commanding tone. Empress. Every time he's about to forget, somehow she reminds him.]
Of course. [Whispered on an exhale, a faint hint of smile in the tone, he leans back onto his knees to drag the shirt up over his head, discarding it on the floor nearby.
Task done, he lets his own agenda take priority, peppering open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of her torso.]
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It's the sound of her voice that makes him pause, breath hitching at the commanding tone. Empress. Every time he's about to forget, somehow she reminds him.]
Of course. [Whispered on an exhale, a faint hint of smile in the tone, he leans back onto his knees to drag the shirt up over his head, discarding it on the floor nearby.
Task done, he lets his own agenda take priority, peppering open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of her torso.]