After a few seconds, he too is spurred on by the delicate, slightly forbidden nature of their actions. He's never considered this, never once, but now he wants it, her, very very badly. He skims his hands along her hips, down her thighs, feeling the silky fabric of the dress he'd admired when she had arrived earlier tonight, letting it flow beneath the palms of his hands. He touches her quick with intention, the way she touches him, using his fingers to find warmed skin along her legs.
He thinks that's okay because her hands are all over him too, brushing through his hair and down his shirt, causing his body to shudder and the air in his lungs to escape in a rush, without thinking to stop her. His mouth gives some, pliable and easy, under the bruising pressure of her kisses, and they are going for each other then, breathlessly and frantically.
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Date: 2014-06-10 03:31 pm (UTC)He thinks that's okay because her hands are all over him too, brushing through his hair and down his shirt, causing his body to shudder and the air in his lungs to escape in a rush, without thinking to stop her. His mouth gives some, pliable and easy, under the bruising pressure of her kisses, and they are going for each other then, breathlessly and frantically.