[ It always takes him a second to find more of his confidence again, with her, but for some reason it usually happens when he finally kisses her for that first time, when he's reminded all over again that she wants him just as much; the first taste he gets of her mouth is something heady and familiar, and from then on he's assured enough to take the lead on kissing her too, exhaling softly when she gives voice to that little sound.
He's already starting to twitch harder in his pants, there's no avoiding that, especially not when she gives him the light graze of her nails through the fabric, and he has this sudden and intense mental image that she could probably just lead him around the house with a hand right on his cock if she wanted and he'd go readily, gladly. Instead, he breaks the kiss for a second, impulse seizing him again, for his hand to encircle her wrist, skimming up to the back of her hand until he can guide her palm to where he's beginning to fill out the material. ] You feel this? What you're doing to me?
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He's already starting to twitch harder in his pants, there's no avoiding that, especially not when she gives him the light graze of her nails through the fabric, and he has this sudden and intense mental image that she could probably just lead him around the house with a hand right on his cock if she wanted and he'd go readily, gladly. Instead, he breaks the kiss for a second, impulse seizing him again, for his hand to encircle her wrist, skimming up to the back of her hand until he can guide her palm to where he's beginning to fill out the material. ] You feel this? What you're doing to me?