[ It's not necessarily him demanding anything in the vein of dirty talk, closer to encouraging her to just be open with him about what she's feeling, what she wants more of, to keep that line of communication open even while he's touching her in ways that are probably more than a little distracting.
There's a testing too, in the hand that dips between her thighs, and while he isn't necessarily surprised to find her wet it's another thing just to feel it, to have that evidence painting his fingertips as he groans around the curve fitted between his lips again, lashes that sensitive nipple again with his tongue. ]
You feel good.
[ And he's not going to make her wait before slipping his hand free, curving all his fingers beneath the waistband to coax her into lifting her hips again, into slipping off that layer; he wants to situate himself between the spread of her legs and refamiliarize himself all over again with how she tastes, what she likes, his shoulders rolling forward to kiss one of the subtle dimples on the inside of her knee before his mouth trails down and in along a soft inner thigh.
It'll be a tight squeeze on the cot and frankly, he's probably going to hang off the foot of it a little in this position, but as she'll soon come to learn for herself, he'd have no problem with staying down here for hours, using mouth and fingers to build her up over and over. ]
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[ It's not necessarily him demanding anything in the vein of dirty talk, closer to encouraging her to just be open with him about what she's feeling, what she wants more of, to keep that line of communication open even while he's touching her in ways that are probably more than a little distracting.
There's a testing too, in the hand that dips between her thighs, and while he isn't necessarily surprised to find her wet it's another thing just to feel it, to have that evidence painting his fingertips as he groans around the curve fitted between his lips again, lashes that sensitive nipple again with his tongue. ]
You feel good.
[ And he's not going to make her wait before slipping his hand free, curving all his fingers beneath the waistband to coax her into lifting her hips again, into slipping off that layer; he wants to situate himself between the spread of her legs and refamiliarize himself all over again with how she tastes, what she likes, his shoulders rolling forward to kiss one of the subtle dimples on the inside of her knee before his mouth trails down and in along a soft inner thigh.
It'll be a tight squeeze on the cot and frankly, he's probably going to hang off the foot of it a little in this position, but as she'll soon come to learn for herself, he'd have no problem with staying down here for hours, using mouth and fingers to build her up over and over. ]