[He kisses along her neck again, and she can't help the smile. It feels more genuine than she's expecting, even without the thought of something romantic. It's just friendly, making her lean into him before he's nuzzling, and only making her laugh softly at the feel of whatever stubble he may have there. He's certainly more groan than any of the men in the marriage mart, though it also wasn't unheard of for an older man to find someone younger either, and he's hardly one of those horror stories told to young women who cannot find a husband before they are deemed a spinster and thus undesirable.
This seems anything but that. He makes her feel things already that have her almost gasping and holding herself against him, all soft curves against his firmness.]
I am agreeable to that. [She dips her head.] If you would tell me what you are doing, so I might know.
[To perhaps even ask for it in the future. From him.]
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This seems anything but that. He makes her feel things already that have her almost gasping and holding herself against him, all soft curves against his firmness.]
I am agreeable to that. [She dips her head.] If you would tell me what you are doing, so I might know.
[To perhaps even ask for it in the future. From him.]