[ At this point, it feels like both of them are trying their hardest not to kiss the other first, to hold on just that little bit longer, like it's a challenge - and it is, it's absolutely testing every bit of Baby's control when she settles over his lap, when she kisses his chin, when she slides her hands over his chest, digging in at times. It's all too much and plucking at the single remaining thread of his control relentlessly, but he doesn't let go.
He doesn't let go until she tells him he can touch her, offers it up to him like nothing has ever been before - money and women and cars and adrenaline don't compare to her, now. The hand on her thigh moves up, the one of her waist moves down, until they both get a hold of her ass, feeling her under his palms, wishing there wasn't so much fabric between them.
He can't take it anymore. He can't, and he looks at Isabelle'a shoulder as he pants, his words thick in his mouth - he will still ask them, though.. ] I want to kiss you. Can I - can I kiss you?
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He doesn't let go until she tells him he can touch her, offers it up to him like nothing has ever been before - money and women and cars and adrenaline don't compare to her, now. The hand on her thigh moves up, the one of her waist moves down, until they both get a hold of her ass, feeling her under his palms, wishing there wasn't so much fabric between them.
He can't take it anymore. He can't, and he looks at Isabelle'a shoulder as he pants, his words thick in his mouth - he will still ask them, though.. ] I want to kiss you. Can I - can I kiss you?