For about twelve seconds longer the situation seems nearly perfect: he's tasting her, touching her, and she's got her fingers firmly twined through his hair and the flood of sensation is incredible. But then he registers the tremors in her knees, the shift in her breathing, and he knows something is going to have to change.
Barely suppressing a noise of disappointment, he pulls his mouth from her breast, leans back and straightens slightly. Without looking away from her face, he slides those two fingers under the crotch of her knickers and uses the wet fabric to tug her forward, even as he shifts his own weight further back onto the mattress. It takes incredible restraint not to simply stroke through the short curls that brush his fingers, but watching her eyes helps him stay focused.
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Date: 2017-02-08 08:40 pm (UTC)Barely suppressing a noise of disappointment, he pulls his mouth from her breast, leans back and straightens slightly. Without looking away from her face, he slides those two fingers under the crotch of her knickers and uses the wet fabric to tug her forward, even as he shifts his own weight further back onto the mattress. It takes incredible restraint not to simply stroke through the short curls that brush his fingers, but watching her eyes helps him stay focused.