He put his mouth where her pulse beat in her throat; feeding it warmth, feeling it through him in time with his own thudding heart; following where she flexed, where she gave him room, with his breath and lips and tongue and everything; torn between wanting to replace his fingers with his mouth upon her there but also relishing this right now, the scent of her, the taste, where he already was…
And then that keening sound undid him totally, and he met her lips with his, no less focused on giving but also allowing, from himself, a little more need. Then began to kiss his way down her body; eyes frequently flickering up to hers in tacit request for permission. Until his lips reached her waistband, and his free hand (not so meticulously, most importantly devoted) raised to it, fingers curving a little, not enough to actually push it, just enough to make the intention plain; and he didn't just raise his eyes to hers but his voice again—if only managing a breathy whisper: "May I?"
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Date: 2020-02-02 09:50 am (UTC)And then that keening sound undid him totally, and he met her lips with his, no less focused on giving but also allowing, from himself, a little more need. Then began to kiss his way down her body; eyes frequently flickering up to hers in tacit request for permission. Until his lips reached her waistband, and his free hand (not so meticulously, most importantly devoted) raised to it, fingers curving a little, not enough to actually push it, just enough to make the intention plain; and he didn't just raise his eyes to hers but his voice again—if only managing a breathy whisper: "May I?"