[ Even if he going to open the door anyway, Mista still sent the message. It wasn't like he was trying to avoid company or anything, he'd just been trying to avoid spreading a sour mood around more than he already had.
Just a moment before he found himself poking his head out the door, looking her over for a moment before stepping back to let her pass. What the fuck was she wearing? Had some creep scared her out of her own flat or...just what the fuck? ]
Hey, everything okay? I don't think you've ever come over this late...
[ The problem with the current state of things in Lunatia was that...well...his normal self-control seemed to be far harder to reign in right now. The more he looked at her, the more he realised that he could really see right through that sheer...
...yep...right through it...
And it was a thought that he immediately lost the moment that she latched onto him that way. He could feel that flush rising to his cheeks, thinking for a second that he should resist returning that embrace. ]
Yeah, no problem, you're sure everything's okay? It's late and...
[ Finally he tries to pull back from her, whether he's successful or not depends on how determined Miwako is to hold on. ]
...sorry, I should probably put on a shirt or something.
[ that dress really was sheer enough to see the lacy and stringy lingerie set she wore underneath. eyes closed she was comforted by the feeling of hugging onto mista, giving a small nod ]
Miwako is okay, it's just... I was having a hard time getting to sleep and...
[ it was easy enough for him to pull back, she wasn't going to keep him from gaining his distance if he needed it ]
Oh no... Are you sure it's okay I'm here? Miwako didn't give any warning and it looks like you were already settling down to go to bed...
[ Christ, this is what she wore to sleep in? He couldn't help but take note of how many ways she'd presented herself to him, she was normally so bubbly and cute but this was something completely different. This was, for lack of a better term, sexy and no amount of thinking of her as a little sister type could change that much right now. ]
H-huh, no it's fine, I just...
[ Am incredibly thrown by how hot you are? Can't stop staring? ]
...do you need me to get you a shirt or something too? I'm pretty sure I have something that would fit you.
[ The way that he said it was really more of a question than anything, this was something of a moral dilemma and Mista wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do with it. She had a boyfriend, one that wasn't here, so was there anything wrong with that? With the fact that she was standing here and telling him that she wanted him to look at her.
To see her like this in a sheer dress and strappy lingerie...
He could feel colour and heat rising to his cheeks again, swallowing after a pause that was far too long. ]
...I...I don't think it's wrong, I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable or anything...
[ The question posed to him was enough to dull that urge to get a shirt and cover himself, his predicament now had more to do with whether he should invite her to have a seat on the couch or usher her to his room. One option had decidedly different implications. ]
I never feel uncomfortable around you Mista, I always feel so happy and safe...
[ holding her hands behind her back, looking up at him as she'd leaned to one side ]
Miwako came here to be comforted by you Mista... even if it sounds a little selfish, and I know it is. But you were the first person I could think of, and then the only person.
[ He said it, mouth suddenly dry as he aimed his gaze at his own feet. He felt a thoughtful little hum rise in the back of his throat, hand coming up to rest at the base of his neck. ]
...so you just wanna hang out then?
[ Yeah, he definitely needed to get her something to wear; this was almost unbearable. ]
[ reaching up now, her hands came up on either side of mista's face tenderly and lovingly. she wanted him to look at her, she needed him to touch her, to listen to her desires without running away ]
I love you Mista, so if you say that's all it could be... then that's all it will be.
[ The hands on his face weren't just warm, they were hot but still somehow very pleasant. It was comfortable, different than what he was used to and there was something that made him want to keep them there. The blood was rushing to his face again, Mista sucking in a breath as he made eye contact with her.
He wasn't aware at first that he was reaching up to take her hand, pulling it away from his cheek to press a kiss to the tips of her fingers. ]
You...um...look I know we talked about the whole 'I love you' thing before but...this...
[ And another little kiss for that contact with her fingers again. Fuck, she was so sweet and somehow even more than that right now and she had a boyfriend. She had a fucking boyfriend, right? He wasn't here but...was he getting the wrong idea? ]
...if that's all I can do? I'm sorry, I...what do you want from me?
[ the look on his face was exciting, making miwako want to come in that much closer, desiring full body contact but stopping just short of that as he took her hand and pressed a kiss to her fingertips.
it was such a small and gentle action, but it was making her heart race as she bit on her lower lip. listening to his voice, suddenly so drawn to the way it sounded in this moment.
another kiss met with another question ]
... I want you to hold me... touch me... to make a move...
[ He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, a shiver passing through his spine as she moved in closer. To make a move? She wanted him to...
Oh fuck, this was the moment where it would have been so easy for panic to take over; for him to turn around and leave her standing there by herself and somehow he couldn't bring himself to do that. She was so tempting, the sheen on her lips suddenly so much more intense. ]
Oh...
[ He shifted his hold on her hand down to her wrist, pulling those fingers away from his mouth and torn between pulling her closer or simply stand there and stare. ]
...me? You want me...to...
[ He'd certainly become familiar with his own desires since arriving here, breath caught in his throat as he felt the pace of his heart pick up. God, his instincts were so strong right now, even with the reeling of his mind he found himself taking a step backward toward his bedroom door. Still, he didn't let go, tugging her gently along with him. ]
...you have a boyfriend, I know he's not here but...you came here in that, you don't just want me to hold you.
[ tugging and leading her along wasn't difficult, in fact she more than easily fell into step with mista as she felt like she couldn't handle having more distance they already had so far.
it was clear he was struggling for the words, and furthermore with a moral dilemma. beginning to tear up, she looks up at him with a gentle smile ]
... It's true... I want to do more than to be held, I want to feel all of you all over me Mista... and I know I should feel bad about it because...
[ her body drawing close to his, she's not shy about the contact ]
... I've been alone for a long time... and right now, I'm feeling so strongly... and you're someone that I care about and can trust.
[ How was he supposed to protest something like that? He was clearly thinking about it too hard, backing himself against the door frame instead of through it. That was enough to give them more than a little contact, Mista unable to keep from pulling her up against him.
Shit. Oh shit. She was pressed against him and she was crying and she was hot like this. She was supposed to be a little sister type, wasn't she? He'd encouraged her before to be more positive, to accept that she wasn't just someone in the background and now he couldn't stop staring at her tits.
[ He could have moved away from the wall, continued into the bedroom but instead he found himself reaching up to touch her face and pull his thumb over her lower lip. He felt his breath catching in his throat, staring down at her with a deep flush spreading over his cheeks. ]
[ being pulled in against him felt so good right now, not wanting to relinquish any of that contact they had at this moment. she knew he was inexperienced, it's come up once or twice before and it's not something she felt was out of place, he was a nice guy and obviously he had his reasons.
but as he assured her of this again she was pushing herself up, lips close to his as she spoke softly in return. ]
... I know, that's why I'm giving you that choice... Miwako doesn't mind helping to figure things out...
[ as he pulled his thumb over her lower lip miwako's eyes closed, lips parting in invitation to this sort of play ]
[ Any other time he might have actually considered it to be a choice, but right now it felt like anything but that. Christ, the way she was pressing against him was almost maddening, arousal stirring even if he was desperately trying to keep it from doing so. ]
I...just wanted to make sure that you knew and you were okay with it...
[ Why was she parting her lips? Was he supposed to do something with his thumb? Or...they were close enough to kiss, right? Of course they were, he could feel her breath against his face. His urges were too much to fight, that instinct and need pooling in his stomach as he pulled his thumb away from her lips. There wasn't much of a pause, barely even a breath before he brought his arms around her and moved in for a rather sudden and passionate kiss.
She was so soft, everything about her was soft and her taste was something he didn't even know how to describe. He parted his own lips during that kiss, tongue pressing gently against hers as he held her fast and began to pull her into his bedroom. ]
Mista... of course I'd be okay with it... if it's with you I'm okay with anything and everything...
[ those soft words falling out just as he drew in for a kiss. being met with the sudden heated passion of this act, her arms came up to lace around his neck as she felt herself being swept up with him. tongue goading hers it was easy enough to give him what he wanted, her feelings swelling up that much more as she'd felt him moving and pulling her along. ]
[ Right now that was all the encouragement that he needed, muffled sigh rising from his throat as he continued to pull her along with him. There was an awkward pause, Mista stopping the kick the door shut with absolutely no regard for how loud it might have been.
He wouldn't have thought that he'd be grateful to have so little on right now, or even grateful that Miwako was dressed the way that she was. What he wanted right now was her, to be with her and to satisfy that need that was burning in his stomach. The real question was how to go about it, but perhaps it was better if he just let himself be guided by his instincts. He pulled on arm away from her, not daring to break that kiss as he reached back to feel for the surface of his bed. Falling flat on his ass would have been unattractive, wouldn't it?
Of course it would.
Once he was sure the bed was directly behind him, he just let himself fall back and pulled her down with him. He was so flushed when he finally pulled his lips away, kisses drifting to the corner of her mouth and down over her jawline. ]
[ being lead along with kisses was something miwako was more than happy to engage in, though once he fell back she couldn't help but breathe out a small laugh between kisses.
with mista underneath her, she began to adjust herself on top of him, straddling the other with a bite of her bottom lip as his kisses began to trail along her skin. ]
... You have really good instincts Mista, I don't know what you were worried about...
[ even as she says as much there was that involuntary grind against mista, her hands gently pressing into his skin. ]
[ He didn't want to pull away from her more, not even to answer so the words that came out were muffled at best but still audible. ]
...I'm not usually like this...it's...
[ Even that much seemed like too much when he felt her legs straddling him, that grind pulling a shiver down his spine as he kissed down over her throat. A soft groan against her skin as he returned that little action, tongue brushing the surface of her skin. ]
...shit, that's good...
[ The grind, her hot little hands, everything was good. ]
[ his tongue over her skin was enough to illicit a soft cry as she felt that tickle run down her body, cheeks heated as she moved now to caress and cradle his head close with a kiss ]
Mista... if you're ready... I'm ready for you...
[ breathing out as much her hips roll against him, feeling his erection between her legs making her work against him that much more as she bites down on her lower lip ]
[ Oh shit, she was ready? Was he ready? He wasn't even sure if that part of him that was desperate and hungry didn't care, this was as ready as he was ever going to get. The question of clothing gave him pause, not sure that he really knew how to take things off without disrupting the natural flow of what they were doing.
He didn't dwell on it for long at all, reaching up to tug at the top of her panties. Nervous as he was he wanted so much, the strain taking it toll as he tried not to rip the fabric that he held between his fingers. ]
Nnn...I'm ready...I...help me get all of this off...I...
[ It wasn't as if she had much on and he had even less, his free hand pushing down on his waistband in an attempt to give himself some relief. Even if he was asking for help, almost pleading with her from his spot between her legs, his hold on her underwear was tightening with that telltale sound of a rip. ]
No, it's okay, don't worry about it... it happens.
[ that soft assurance as she'd pulled off the sheer covering she had to toss aside and work on getting that little lacy bra off.
after she took care of those things she shifted some, helping mista with his pants ]
I know this isn't ideal for you... but I hope this can be as special for you as it is for Miwako. Everything about you is so amazing, and I feel so lucky to be with someone like you Mista.
[ He was absolutely breathless, words caught in his throat as she'd removed the rest of her clothes. Since meeting her he'd tried not to look at her like this, like a woman with tits and needs; he'd just wanted to protect her and it almost felt like a betrayal to his more nobler senses.
He couldn't help it, tearing through the rest of that fabric before pulling them away to haphazardly throw them on the floor. His pants weren't much of a struggle after that, Mista finally kicking them off after they'd managed to get them below his hips. The feeling of freedom was overtaken by that searing heat that rolled through him as his arousal settled perfectly in that spot between her cheeks.
Holy shit. Holy shit! This was really happening, wasn't it? His hands settled at her hips for a moment, taking a shallow breath as he took a moment to appreciate how she looked right now. ]
No, no, it's fine, I...holy shit, were you always this hot?
[ CHRIST. That was not what he'd meant to say, eyes going wide as he floundered for words. Maybe it was better if he didn't talk, fingers pulling up over her sides to bring her down and nestle his face in that perfect space between her breasts. It wasn't just an attempt to hide how flushed he was, how much desire was behind his eyes, but the chance for him to line that delicate skin with hot little kisses. He knew this wasn't it, he still had to make an entrance but there was that little involuntary roll of his hips again. For a second he was afraid that the friction of her skin against his dick was going to push him over the edge, thoughts wandering as he began to feel that slick between her legs make contact with his belly.
He knew he was ready now, heart thumping wildly in his chest as he continued to kiss along the center of her breasts. She was the one that needed to make the next move, her comfort level more of a concern than his own burning need. ]
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seriously?
[ Even if he going to open the door anyway, Mista still sent the message. It wasn't like he was trying to avoid company or anything, he'd just been trying to avoid spreading a sour mood around more than he already had.
Just a moment before he found himself poking his head out the door, looking her over for a moment before stepping back to let her pass. What the fuck was she wearing? Had some creep scared her out of her own flat or...just what the fuck? ]
Hey, everything okay? I don't think you've ever come over this late...
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but once he opened the door she looked up with a fluster before smiling nervously and walking in as he'd stepped aside ]
Thank you so very much!
Everything's okay, I mean... mostly okay anyway, but better now that I'm with you.
[ saying as much miwako looks up to him as she pulls in and hugs onto mista ]
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...yep...right through it...
And it was a thought that he immediately lost the moment that she latched onto him that way. He could feel that flush rising to his cheeks, thinking for a second that he should resist returning that embrace. ]
Yeah, no problem, you're sure everything's okay? It's late and...
[ Finally he tries to pull back from her, whether he's successful or not depends on how determined Miwako is to hold on. ]
...sorry, I should probably put on a shirt or something.
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Miwako is okay, it's just... I was having a hard time getting to sleep and...
[ it was easy enough for him to pull back, she wasn't going to keep him from gaining his distance if he needed it ]
Oh no... Are you sure it's okay I'm here? Miwako didn't give any warning and it looks like you were already settling down to go to bed...
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H-huh, no it's fine, I just...
[ Am incredibly thrown by how hot you are? Can't stop staring? ]
...do you need me to get you a shirt or something too? I'm pretty sure I have something that would fit you.
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[ following after mista she glances down at herself, reaching down to take the hem of that sheer dress she had on to feel it between her fingertips ]
... Do you think I need it? I kind of feel like I want you to see me like this right now.
Is that wrong?
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[ The way that he said it was really more of a question than anything, this was something of a moral dilemma and Mista wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do with it. She had a boyfriend, one that wasn't here, so was there anything wrong with that? With the fact that she was standing here and telling him that she wanted him to look at her.
To see her like this in a sheer dress and strappy lingerie...
He could feel colour and heat rising to his cheeks again, swallowing after a pause that was far too long. ]
...I...I don't think it's wrong, I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable or anything...
[ The question posed to him was enough to dull that urge to get a shirt and cover himself, his predicament now had more to do with whether he should invite her to have a seat on the couch or usher her to his room. One option had decidedly different implications. ]
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[ holding her hands behind her back, looking up at him as she'd leaned to one side ]
Miwako came here to be comforted by you Mista... even if it sounds a little selfish, and I know it is. But you were the first person I could think of, and then the only person.
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[ He said it, mouth suddenly dry as he aimed his gaze at his own feet. He felt a thoughtful little hum rise in the back of his throat, hand coming up to rest at the base of his neck. ]
...so you just wanna hang out then?
[ Yeah, he definitely needed to get her something to wear; this was almost unbearable. ]
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[ reaching up now, her hands came up on either side of mista's face tenderly and lovingly. she wanted him to look at her, she needed him to touch her, to listen to her desires without running away ]
I love you Mista, so if you say that's all it could be... then that's all it will be.
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He wasn't aware at first that he was reaching up to take her hand, pulling it away from his cheek to press a kiss to the tips of her fingers. ]
You...um...look I know we talked about the whole 'I love you' thing before but...this...
[ And another little kiss for that contact with her fingers again. Fuck, she was so sweet and somehow even more than that right now and she had a boyfriend. She had a fucking boyfriend, right? He wasn't here but...was he getting the wrong idea? ]
...if that's all I can do? I'm sorry, I...what do you want from me?
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it was such a small and gentle action, but it was making her heart race as she bit on her lower lip. listening to his voice, suddenly so drawn to the way it sounded in this moment.
another kiss met with another question ]
... I want you to hold me... touch me... to make a move...
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Oh fuck, this was the moment where it would have been so easy for panic to take over; for him to turn around and leave her standing there by herself and somehow he couldn't bring himself to do that. She was so tempting, the sheen on her lips suddenly so much more intense. ]
Oh...
[ He shifted his hold on her hand down to her wrist, pulling those fingers away from his mouth and torn between pulling her closer or simply stand there and stare. ]
...me? You want me...to...
[ He'd certainly become familiar with his own desires since arriving here, breath caught in his throat as he felt the pace of his heart pick up. God, his instincts were so strong right now, even with the reeling of his mind he found himself taking a step backward toward his bedroom door. Still, he didn't let go, tugging her gently along with him. ]
...you have a boyfriend, I know he's not here but...you came here in that, you don't just want me to hold you.
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it was clear he was struggling for the words, and furthermore with a moral dilemma. beginning to tear up, she looks up at him with a gentle smile ]
... It's true... I want to do more than to be held, I want to feel all of you all over me Mista... and I know I should feel bad about it because...
[ her body drawing close to his, she's not shy about the contact ]
... I've been alone for a long time... and right now, I'm feeling so strongly... and you're someone that I care about and can trust.
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Shit. Oh shit. She was pressed against him and she was crying and she was hot like this. She was supposed to be a little sister type, wasn't she? He'd encouraged her before to be more positive, to accept that she wasn't just someone in the background and now he couldn't stop staring at her tits.
Fuck, Mista, don't call them tits? Boobs? Breasts? Fuck, FUCK! ]
You know that I've never...uh...you know, right?
[ He could have moved away from the wall, continued into the bedroom but instead he found himself reaching up to touch her face and pull his thumb over her lower lip. He felt his breath catching in his throat, staring down at her with a deep flush spreading over his cheeks. ]
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but as he assured her of this again she was pushing herself up, lips close to his as she spoke softly in return. ]
... I know, that's why I'm giving you that choice... Miwako doesn't mind helping to figure things out...
[ as he pulled his thumb over her lower lip miwako's eyes closed, lips parting in invitation to this sort of play ]
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I...just wanted to make sure that you knew and you were okay with it...
[ Why was she parting her lips? Was he supposed to do something with his thumb? Or...they were close enough to kiss, right? Of course they were, he could feel her breath against his face. His urges were too much to fight, that instinct and need pooling in his stomach as he pulled his thumb away from her lips. There wasn't much of a pause, barely even a breath before he brought his arms around her and moved in for a rather sudden and passionate kiss.
She was so soft, everything about her was soft and her taste was something he didn't even know how to describe. He parted his own lips during that kiss, tongue pressing gently against hers as he held her fast and began to pull her into his bedroom. ]
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[ those soft words falling out just as he drew in for a kiss. being met with the sudden heated passion of this act, her arms came up to lace around his neck as she felt herself being swept up with him. tongue goading hers it was easy enough to give him what he wanted, her feelings swelling up that much more as she'd felt him moving and pulling her along. ]
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He wouldn't have thought that he'd be grateful to have so little on right now, or even grateful that Miwako was dressed the way that she was. What he wanted right now was her, to be with her and to satisfy that need that was burning in his stomach. The real question was how to go about it, but perhaps it was better if he just let himself be guided by his instincts. He pulled on arm away from her, not daring to break that kiss as he reached back to feel for the surface of his bed. Falling flat on his ass would have been unattractive, wouldn't it?
Of course it would.
Once he was sure the bed was directly behind him, he just let himself fall back and pulled her down with him. He was so flushed when he finally pulled his lips away, kisses drifting to the corner of her mouth and down over her jawline. ]
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with mista underneath her, she began to adjust herself on top of him, straddling the other with a bite of her bottom lip as his kisses began to trail along her skin. ]
... You have really good instincts Mista, I don't know what you were worried about...
[ even as she says as much there was that involuntary grind against mista, her hands gently pressing into his skin. ]
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...I'm not usually like this...it's...
[ Even that much seemed like too much when he felt her legs straddling him, that grind pulling a shiver down his spine as he kissed down over her throat. A soft groan against her skin as he returned that little action, tongue brushing the surface of her skin. ]
...shit, that's good...
[ The grind, her hot little hands, everything was good. ]
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Mista... if you're ready... I'm ready for you...
[ breathing out as much her hips roll against him, feeling his erection between her legs making her work against him that much more as she bites down on her lower lip ]
You don't have to hold back at all...
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He didn't dwell on it for long at all, reaching up to tug at the top of her panties. Nervous as he was he wanted so much, the strain taking it toll as he tried not to rip the fabric that he held between his fingers. ]
Nnn...I'm ready...I...help me get all of this off...I...
[ It wasn't as if she had much on and he had even less, his free hand pushing down on his waistband in an attempt to give himself some relief. Even if he was asking for help, almost pleading with her from his spot between her legs, his hold on her underwear was tightening with that telltale sound of a rip. ]
...fuck, sorry...
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[ that soft assurance as she'd pulled off the sheer covering she had to toss aside and work on getting that little lacy bra off.
after she took care of those things she shifted some, helping mista with his pants ]
I know this isn't ideal for you... but I hope this can be as special for you as it is for Miwako. Everything about you is so amazing, and I feel so lucky to be with someone like you Mista.
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[ He was absolutely breathless, words caught in his throat as she'd removed the rest of her clothes. Since meeting her he'd tried not to look at her like this, like a woman with tits and needs; he'd just wanted to protect her and it almost felt like a betrayal to his more nobler senses.
He couldn't help it, tearing through the rest of that fabric before pulling them away to haphazardly throw them on the floor. His pants weren't much of a struggle after that, Mista finally kicking them off after they'd managed to get them below his hips. The feeling of freedom was overtaken by that searing heat that rolled through him as his arousal settled perfectly in that spot between her cheeks.
Holy shit. Holy shit! This was really happening, wasn't it? His hands settled at her hips for a moment, taking a shallow breath as he took a moment to appreciate how she looked right now. ]
No, no, it's fine, I...holy shit, were you always this hot?
[ CHRIST. That was not what he'd meant to say, eyes going wide as he floundered for words. Maybe it was better if he didn't talk, fingers pulling up over her sides to bring her down and nestle his face in that perfect space between her breasts. It wasn't just an attempt to hide how flushed he was, how much desire was behind his eyes, but the chance for him to line that delicate skin with hot little kisses. He knew this wasn't it, he still had to make an entrance but there was that little involuntary roll of his hips again. For a second he was afraid that the friction of her skin against his dick was going to push him over the edge, thoughts wandering as he began to feel that slick between her legs make contact with his belly.
He knew he was ready now, heart thumping wildly in his chest as he continued to kiss along the center of her breasts. She was the one that needed to make the next move, her comfort level more of a concern than his own burning need. ]
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