( curious as she is to know just where his hand is going, she can't find it in her to tear her eyes off of him just yet no matter how his touch might spark such a lovely sear of heat.
not especially when he finds what he's looking for in his brief bit of exploration, her eyes watching with rapt attention as the pink of his tongue laps up the mess she'd made off his thumb. oh my. it seems that he's been watching more attentively than she previously thought if he managed to follow where it's gone.
so she can't possibly be blamed for clawing up his arm to sink her nails into his wrist, bringing the whole of his hand to her mouth that she might take her turn brushing her lips along his palm, the tip of her nose following the line of his index until she can press the lightest little kiss on the tip of it.
it just looked so much like he liked how it tasted, so she was just curious.
she seems to have drawn some kind of conclusion from it considering how her lids fall halfway, now loosely entwining their fingers together with the excuse of guiding it to her waist. she's hardly experienced, but she knows enough to determine that she liked how the roughness of his hand felt on her flushed skin.
the look she gives him now almost seems amused, like he should know by now what she's about to say. )
Touch me more. ( she's not telling him more than she's demanding it, really. with said pretenses gone, this is all that's left. a ravenous hunger. a cloying need. ) And I want you to shut up and kiss me.
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not especially when he finds what he's looking for in his brief bit of exploration, her eyes watching with rapt attention as the pink of his tongue laps up the mess she'd made off his thumb. oh my. it seems that he's been watching more attentively than she previously thought if he managed to follow where it's gone.
so she can't possibly be blamed for clawing up his arm to sink her nails into his wrist, bringing the whole of his hand to her mouth that she might take her turn brushing her lips along his palm, the tip of her nose following the line of his index until she can press the lightest little kiss on the tip of it.
it just looked so much like he liked how it tasted, so she was just curious.
she seems to have drawn some kind of conclusion from it considering how her lids fall halfway, now loosely entwining their fingers together with the excuse of guiding it to her waist. she's hardly experienced, but she knows enough to determine that she liked how the roughness of his hand felt on her flushed skin.
the look she gives him now almost seems amused, like he should know by now what she's about to say. )
Touch me more. ( she's not telling him more than she's demanding it, really. with said pretenses gone, this is all that's left. a ravenous hunger. a cloying need. ) And I want you to shut up and kiss me.
( think that was clear enough? )