( she can feel that grin against her mouth, and it only encourages the snicker that'd waited to bubble up along her tongue, a sound that's all light, rather than amusement. a happiness tangible enough for him to feel, to give to him in kind as he did for her. those long arms of his around her figure assist to keep her in place where she's propped herself a bit higher, and while it's tempting to give that lithe jump to end up wrapped around him, lifted from the ground and in his arms, that bed behind them is far to inviting, and so she's simply following his guidance backward, one hand bracing her weight as they find the comforter, the other remaining tucked beneath his ear.
a thigh hitches against his side, allowing him to slot perfectly between, and there's a huff that's let into the cavern of his mouth once she registers he's still hard; it adds a bit more fervor to the way she kisses him, a bit more heat to the way her lower back finds an arch to press upper half closer, tiny digits making a proper mess of his strands as they slip back through to the back of his crown.
a swipe of her tongue, a bit more lively this time, a bit more sure, using the clutch of her calve just beneath his bottom to tug him into her, helping him chase the friction he so clearly yearns for, whether or not he's bold enough just yet to find it for himself. it's a silent permission to touch her, feel her; need her. )
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a thigh hitches against his side, allowing him to slot perfectly between, and there's a huff that's let into the cavern of his mouth once she registers he's still hard; it adds a bit more fervor to the way she kisses him, a bit more heat to the way her lower back finds an arch to press upper half closer, tiny digits making a proper mess of his strands as they slip back through to the back of his crown.
a swipe of her tongue, a bit more lively this time, a bit more sure, using the clutch of her calve just beneath his bottom to tug him into her, helping him chase the friction he so clearly yearns for, whether or not he's bold enough just yet to find it for himself. it's a silent permission to touch her, feel her; need her. )