[ He smiles a little at her whisper-- but screw talking right now, because he's lost in the rhythm, in the sensation of how hot and wet and amazing she feels. And also he's completely forgotten that words are a thing, so that's an issue, as well.
He drags one of his hands up her back, nails scraping along her skin -- just enough pressure to leave little red trails, not enough to break the skin. With the same hand he cups her breast, massaging and gently teasing and brushing over her nipple with the pad of his thumb. He turns his head, kissing her wrist, licking and tasting her skin, the slight hint of salt from sweat.
And Jesus he loves this woman, keeps thinking about how fucking sexy she is, how gorgeous she looks right now and-- yeah. Yeah, he's totally hers. Completely and utterly. And he's surprisingly okay with that. ]
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He drags one of his hands up her back, nails scraping along her skin -- just enough pressure to leave little red trails, not enough to break the skin. With the same hand he cups her breast, massaging and gently teasing and brushing over her nipple with the pad of his thumb. He turns his head, kissing her wrist, licking and tasting her skin, the slight hint of salt from sweat.
And Jesus he loves this woman, keeps thinking about how fucking sexy she is, how gorgeous she looks right now and-- yeah. Yeah, he's totally hers. Completely and utterly. And he's surprisingly okay with that. ]