[Please. Who knew that one little word could sound so good? Good enough that it seems to pull air directly from his lungs, that it freezes him there for a moment, settled between her legs, unable and unwilling to keep his hands off of her. She's always gorgeous, but this angle is incredible, her eyes meeting his. Even then, it pales in comparison to how she feels-- how wet she is-- because of him--
There it is: the last modicum of restraint, melting away.
His hands smooth up her hips, slipping beneath the hem of her underwear and pulling it down. He presses open-mouthed kisses to the skin of her inner thigh as he does, right up to where it meets her hip.]
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There it is: the last modicum of restraint, melting away.
His hands smooth up her hips, slipping beneath the hem of her underwear and pulling it down. He presses open-mouthed kisses to the skin of her inner thigh as he does, right up to where it meets her hip.]