( Fortunately - or unfortunately, as long as she's insisting on Will staying as still as possible - she's only encouraged by his reactions, fingertips continuing to dance across his hips, against the waistband of his jeans. Teeth grazing his jawline lightly, making her way back to his lips.
(Forget about that part of you that says not to enjoy it. Just forget about it.) )
Seen worse.
( She breathes her words out against his lips, slow to initiate another kiss, leaning fully on top of him this time, rather than hovering lightly above. Hips begin to shift again, building up a slow, steady rhythm against his. The desire for more mixed with the need to draw things out, her hips slowly lifting a too-long moment later as the hand on his waistband hovers at buttons, an unsaid question - Do you want more?)
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(Forget about that part of you that says not to enjoy it. Just forget about it.) )
Seen worse.
( She breathes her words out against his lips, slow to initiate another kiss, leaning fully on top of him this time, rather than hovering lightly above. Hips begin to shift again, building up a slow, steady rhythm against his. The desire for more mixed with the need to draw things out, her hips slowly lifting a too-long moment later as the hand on his waistband hovers at buttons, an unsaid question - Do you want more? )