[Her touch, her tightening grip, the shifting of her body beneath him and that beautiful shudder— it all comes together to paint a lovely picture of her coming undone, even as he doesn't allow himself to look up, too focused on carrying her through her peak and helping her to come down the other side. He lets out a shuddering breath of his own as he replaces the soothing stroke of his tongue by gently circling her pulse with his thumb, having eased his grip from her thigh, then finally allowing himself to surface, pushing himself to his knees, flushed and breathless and unable to keep from grinning as he looks down at her half-dressed and slightly disheveled.
It had been well worth the wait, he decided, and it had been on his mind for quite some time.
He neatly drags the back of his hand against his lips before he reaches to take her own hand fully once more, his thumb dragging over the curve of her hip.]
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It had been well worth the wait, he decided, and it had been on his mind for quite some time.
He neatly drags the back of his hand against his lips before he reaches to take her own hand fully once more, his thumb dragging over the curve of her hip.]
I've wanted to do that for weeks.