( his fingers lift to weave and curl with hers, an answer to her seeking touch. his palm smoothes a trail down from the fall of her satin hair down her arm, to tangle her other hand up in his. the simple intimacy from the touch of her hands against his shouldn't have him hard and wanting, and yet. he finds a soft patch of skin to nuzzle along the nape of her neck, his lashes low as he considers how he'd indulge himself with her, over and over.
it takes him a moment to process her words. his lips, brushing against her neck, pause. she has insatiable appetites; he is aware. that it is part of what he finds so irresistible about her cannot be understated.
he leans back, spinning her to face him, pulling her in with a hand at her wrist. ) Oh? What has that curious mind been up to?
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it takes him a moment to process her words. his lips, brushing against her neck, pause. she has insatiable appetites; he is aware. that it is part of what he finds so irresistible about her cannot be understated.
he leans back, spinning her to face him, pulling her in with a hand at her wrist. ) Oh? What has that curious mind been up to?