( will lifts his head a little to meet her halfway for the kiss, hungry for more after reveling in the sensation of her mouth all over her skin. it's a needy sort of kiss, tongue sliding against hers, fingers tightening into almost fists to stop him from reaching up to tangle them in locks of pink, to tug, to kiss her harder.
her movements are all so slow, so purposeful, that it's practically making his head spin with each deliberate grind of her hips against his, his eyes closing, lycra stretching against hard denim as she moves.
but then she stops, and the absence of her weight and warmth on top of him makes him blink his eyes right back open so he can glance back down at her, first at her hand at the front of his jeans, then meeting her gaze. his response to her unspoken question, his unabashed desire for her, feels so obvious that it's got him super fucking tongue-tied. )
Kate — ( it's about all he can manage, sounds as much like a plea as anything. )
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her movements are all so slow, so purposeful, that it's practically making his head spin with each deliberate grind of her hips against his, his eyes closing, lycra stretching against hard denim as she moves.
but then she stops, and the absence of her weight and warmth on top of him makes him blink his eyes right back open so he can glance back down at her, first at her hand at the front of his jeans, then meeting her gaze. his response to her unspoken question, his unabashed desire for her, feels so obvious that it's got him super fucking tongue-tied. )
Kate — ( it's about all he can manage, sounds as much like a plea as anything. )