[Next time, he might let her take the lead, let him know what she wants, but for now, he's more than happy to hear that little hitch in her voice, the pressure of her fingers on his shoulder. He knows what she can do, but he trusts her control and there's nothing tense in his relaxed posture at all as his fingers stroke over her slit, almost pressing inside before sliding up to draw slow circles around and over her clit.
He isn't planning on looking away from her any time soon, either, the play of expressions on her face is too good to miss. She's so open, responsive, and the hand in her hair releases and smooths over the nape of her neck, but it isn't long before his fingers tunnel back into her hair and tighten again, just so he can watch the way her lips part at the new pressure.] Good, that's good, I want you to.
[And she's close enough that he can pull her into a kiss, almost sweet and soft, except there's a little too much heat behind it. Maybe the first hint that he isn't as casual as he looks.]
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He isn't planning on looking away from her any time soon, either, the play of expressions on her face is too good to miss. She's so open, responsive, and the hand in her hair releases and smooths over the nape of her neck, but it isn't long before his fingers tunnel back into her hair and tighten again, just so he can watch the way her lips part at the new pressure.] Good, that's good, I want you to.
[And she's close enough that he can pull her into a kiss, almost sweet and soft, except there's a little too much heat behind it. Maybe the first hint that he isn't as casual as he looks.]