[he feels like he's cracked a door open as he kisses her, more open-mouthed and hungry, but maybe it's just him. she's welcoming his touch so he gives more of it - exploratory but purposeful in how he handles her, just as she maps him out. he wants to pull her in, have her right on top of him so he can take her, but he's getting ahead of himself. one hand slips beneath her bikini and pushes the fabric up and out of the way, massaging her nipple between two fingers while the other hand squeezes her thigh. up, up, it glides, til it's right against her hips.
he's already half-hard when she palms him, and his breath hitches, hips rolling up into her touch. she's pausing the kiss but all he wants is more, looking at her with what can only be described as pure desire. he's really regretting not having them get out of the tub first now, but that's neither here nor there.
he catches her shoulders shudder, and he's pausing now, half-grinning.]
Don't stop, [a sweet sigh against her lips, kissing the corner of her mouth.] that's good.
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he's already half-hard when she palms him, and his breath hitches, hips rolling up into her touch. she's pausing the kiss but all he wants is more, looking at her with what can only be described as pure desire. he's really regretting not having them get out of the tub first now, but that's neither here nor there.
he catches her shoulders shudder, and he's pausing now, half-grinning.]
Don't stop, [a sweet sigh against her lips, kissing the corner of her mouth.] that's good.