[ The way he says it makes it sound so simple, and in a way it is. It should be, and he won't let his own worries filter into this when she deserves nothing but reassurance. They'll work the rest out later, as he keeps telling himself, for now they might be coming up for air, but they aren't done. Of course he could have been, he's rarely sated after just one round, even if it was an especially intense one, but he wouldn't have minded to linger in bed with her without any specific purpose in mind all the same. He could have been perfectly content to keep his touches light and affectionate, his breath tickling across her skin as he presses more casual kisses against it.
But she's said it in no uncertain terms, and he does understand the urge to do it again, something that goes past the gathering heat that has her shifting restlessly while his touch skims over her. The last one was no less a choice, even if they were swayed to it he never felt like it was forced, but the promise of doing it again, without any other influences nudging them, that would help drive that point home, wouldn't it?
He makes a low sound of agreement as his thumb brushes lightly across her nipple, his fingers pressing in to cup around the curve of her breast as he lowers his mouth to tease at it with his lips and tongue instead. It's only teasing long enough to ask an equally teasing question, before he settles in to suck instead. She might be impatient, but he's unabashedly enjoying himself with this. ]
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[ The way he says it makes it sound so simple, and in a way it is. It should be, and he won't let his own worries filter into this when she deserves nothing but reassurance. They'll work the rest out later, as he keeps telling himself, for now they might be coming up for air, but they aren't done. Of course he could have been, he's rarely sated after just one round, even if it was an especially intense one, but he wouldn't have minded to linger in bed with her without any specific purpose in mind all the same. He could have been perfectly content to keep his touches light and affectionate, his breath tickling across her skin as he presses more casual kisses against it.
But she's said it in no uncertain terms, and he does understand the urge to do it again, something that goes past the gathering heat that has her shifting restlessly while his touch skims over her. The last one was no less a choice, even if they were swayed to it he never felt like it was forced, but the promise of doing it again, without any other influences nudging them, that would help drive that point home, wouldn't it?
He makes a low sound of agreement as his thumb brushes lightly across her nipple, his fingers pressing in to cup around the curve of her breast as he lowers his mouth to tease at it with his lips and tongue instead. It's only teasing long enough to ask an equally teasing question, before he settles in to suck instead. She might be impatient, but he's unabashedly enjoying himself with this. ]
What do you want me to do?