[Rude reasons with himself about the situation. If they did it once before, then doing it again shouldn't do any harm. Right? Unless she's sore, or not in the mood for it--and the latter doesn't seem to be the case. But Rude doesn't want to presume.]
Would you like to? Again. With me..
[It's a full coherent thought in his mind, but for whatever reason when he tries to make a complete sentence out of it, his words come out stuttered and shy. More shy than the arousal growing the longer they kiss. He savors the taste of her tongue while his hands feel up her sides, thumbs seeking out her nipples to tease if she'll allow him.]
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Would you like to? Again. With me..
[It's a full coherent thought in his mind, but for whatever reason when he tries to make a complete sentence out of it, his words come out stuttered and shy. More shy than the arousal growing the longer they kiss. He savors the taste of her tongue while his hands feel up her sides, thumbs seeking out her nipples to tease if she'll allow him.]