[He finds himself having to pause, his mind not making room for anything other than reacting to her. His hands come to a stop on either side of her rib cage, fingers gripping into her with desperation. It's been many a night of kissing and mostly innocent touching over the last half a dozen weeks or so, and he's only 'human,' so to speak.
Her nails dig into his flesh and then her fingers are teasing themselves beneath fabric before she grinds herself against him and finally reaches out to feel him, skin on skin, and his body momentarily goes as rigid as where she's touching him.
His breath skips out of him, mouth breaking away as he hides his eyes in her shoulder, groaning quietly behind closed lips as he focused on keeping his shit together, because he promised he would and she's just making it so damn hard.
Not a complaint, by the way. Just a fact.
His eyes lift back up to her face, pressing his hips once more against her hand, and he slowly leans in to recapture her mouth, trying to keep the kiss from feeling too desperate so that he doesn't fucking lose ever bit of self-control he has right now.
He needs a distraction, even a little one, so he forces his hands to move. They run down her sides, pull together over her stomach, and graze over the tops of her thighs, as if his hands are drawn to want to return the feelings she's giving him.]
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Her nails dig into his flesh and then her fingers are teasing themselves beneath fabric before she grinds herself against him and finally reaches out to feel him, skin on skin, and his body momentarily goes as rigid as where she's touching him.
His breath skips out of him, mouth breaking away as he hides his eyes in her shoulder, groaning quietly behind closed lips as he focused on keeping his shit together, because he promised he would and she's just making it so damn hard.
Not a complaint, by the way. Just a fact.
His eyes lift back up to her face, pressing his hips once more against her hand, and he slowly leans in to recapture her mouth, trying to keep the kiss from feeling too desperate so that he doesn't fucking lose ever bit of self-control he has right now.
He needs a distraction, even a little one, so he forces his hands to move. They run down her sides, pull together over her stomach, and graze over the tops of her thighs, as if his hands are drawn to want to return the feelings she's giving him.]