[ As much as Ferdinand would love to claim that he has some secret, natural knowledge of how to please a woman, all he really has to go on is a tasteful selection of purple prose, his own imagination and instincts, and Manuela's valued guidance. All the same, as someone who's always been somewhat motivated by praise and recognition, her compliment fills him with a genuine warmth, one that starts at his very core and radiates through his entire being.
And there's something rather attractive about the sound of her voice when it's just a bit breathless. She's always had a divine voice, of course, but hearing it tinged with the hints of pleasure makes him want to hear her cry out his name in the most fiery of passions imaginable.
Reading her body language correctly, if only because he's so damned eager, he settles between her parting legs, such that she could easily wrap them around his shoulders if she so desired. Being so close to those legs, smooth and perfectly shaped, is an aphrodisiac all its own. But the quick glimpse he allows himself reveals slightly more than he'd anticipated, as his gaze catches on the bottom of her skirt and just how high along her thighs it's riding. He doesn't have long to be distracted and absentmindedly groping her, however, as the simple touch of her hands is all it takes to bring him back to reality. ]
I think I understand.
[ He brushes his lips against her neck in parting from it, and his hands begin to move as he lowers himself onto his ankles. Eager fingers pluck at the top bottom of her shirt, pulling it open, then deftly find the next, then the one after that until the garment finally comes open. His gaze is almost immediately drawn to her chest and just how irresistible she looks, perfectly filling out that lacy bra. Every new glimpse of skin feels like a forbidden indulgence, and as his fingers roam the exposed skin beneath her breasts and along her sides, the contact feels even more so.
His inexperience shows momentarily as he fumbles blindly for the clasp of her bra, but it only takes a couple of seconds for him to figure it out. His eyes lift to meet hers briefly before glancing back down at the magnificent prize he's unwrapped, and as he lifts the cups of the bra up off of her breasts, he takes her words to heart.
Hungry would be a good word to describe Ferdinand as he closes his eyes, lunges forward, and seals his mouth over her newly exposed breast, capturing the skin around her areola and sucking firmly. The tip of his tongue traces a circle around her nipple, then reverses its direction. What he lacks in actual experience, he easily possesses in enthusiasm tenfold. ]
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And there's something rather attractive about the sound of her voice when it's just a bit breathless. She's always had a divine voice, of course, but hearing it tinged with the hints of pleasure makes him want to hear her cry out his name in the most fiery of passions imaginable.
Reading her body language correctly, if only because he's so damned eager, he settles between her parting legs, such that she could easily wrap them around his shoulders if she so desired. Being so close to those legs, smooth and perfectly shaped, is an aphrodisiac all its own. But the quick glimpse he allows himself reveals slightly more than he'd anticipated, as his gaze catches on the bottom of her skirt and just how high along her thighs it's riding. He doesn't have long to be distracted and absentmindedly groping her, however, as the simple touch of her hands is all it takes to bring him back to reality. ]
I think I understand.
[ He brushes his lips against her neck in parting from it, and his hands begin to move as he lowers himself onto his ankles. Eager fingers pluck at the top bottom of her shirt, pulling it open, then deftly find the next, then the one after that until the garment finally comes open. His gaze is almost immediately drawn to her chest and just how irresistible she looks, perfectly filling out that lacy bra. Every new glimpse of skin feels like a forbidden indulgence, and as his fingers roam the exposed skin beneath her breasts and along her sides, the contact feels even more so.
His inexperience shows momentarily as he fumbles blindly for the clasp of her bra, but it only takes a couple of seconds for him to figure it out. His eyes lift to meet hers briefly before glancing back down at the magnificent prize he's unwrapped, and as he lifts the cups of the bra up off of her breasts, he takes her words to heart.
Hungry would be a good word to describe Ferdinand as he closes his eyes, lunges forward, and seals his mouth over her newly exposed breast, capturing the skin around her areola and sucking firmly. The tip of his tongue traces a circle around her nipple, then reverses its direction. What he lacks in actual experience, he easily possesses in enthusiasm tenfold. ]