[ He is, of course, paying special attention to the way her tattoos curl and loop and circle around her torso -- memorizing it, in fact. Peter has always found her tattoos fascinating and beautiful (and, yes, one of his first thoughts upon meeting her and understanding the importance of her markings was, "I wanna see what those look like under her shirt." So dreams really do come true).
His free hand cups her other breast gently, massaging her, while his tongue works at her left side, circling the markings where it loops around her areola. Then he briefly abandons the whole tracing thing to press his tongue hard and flat against the bud of her nipple before easing off to follow the lines again below her breast, down to her ribcage.
He shifts his weight so that he's kneeling to one side of her. His other hand follows on the opposite side, his fingers tracing lines of his own design against her waist, then wandering along her stomach, lower and lower, stopping just above her mound. He pauses to look up at her. ]
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His free hand cups her other breast gently, massaging her, while his tongue works at her left side, circling the markings where it loops around her areola. Then he briefly abandons the whole tracing thing to press his tongue hard and flat against the bud of her nipple before easing off to follow the lines again below her breast, down to her ribcage.
He shifts his weight so that he's kneeling to one side of her. His other hand follows on the opposite side, his fingers tracing lines of his own design against her waist, then wandering along her stomach, lower and lower, stopping just above her mound. He pauses to look up at her. ]
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