[She may not be able to say so directly, but he'd learned to read her quickly, the tells of her breath and body alike, the brief halting of her voice as she continues to find herself in situations that are as unfamiliar as they are thrilling, things she has only seen echoes of in the written word. His hand moves to the small of her back, thumb drawing steady circles against her skin as he'd slipped in beneath her skirt, and his wanting gaze remains fixed on her as he gives a faint shake of his head.
She is right— with that, he will always disagree.]
You simply lack my perspective. You are stunning— impossibly lovely.
[How much he wants her only ever serves to make her moreso, her humility and gentle teasing when she tries to cover how flustered she is making her that much more desirable to him.
His lips trail along her collarbone, back towards her sternum and between her breasts where her dress hangs open, each press still slow and gentle, serving to fan the flames between them.]
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She is right— with that, he will always disagree.]
You simply lack my perspective. You are stunning— impossibly lovely.
[How much he wants her only ever serves to make her moreso, her humility and gentle teasing when she tries to cover how flustered she is making her that much more desirable to him.
His lips trail along her collarbone, back towards her sternum and between her breasts where her dress hangs open, each press still slow and gentle, serving to fan the flames between them.]
I want to watch you lose yourself.