His freer hand sweeps down, knuckles disappearing beneath the waistline at the small of her back, pushing pants down by an inch or two. But it's a very lazy gesture towards accomplishing this goal when she's on top of him like this, especially in contrast to what his other hand is doing, providing the blunt span of his palm for her to rub against, fingers pressing more intimately to see what other sounds she might make.
"I suppose not," he agrees, resting his head back. Eyes half hooded, arousal having a way of dulling the odd golden sheen to his eyes rather than sharpening it. "But I don't mind at all the thought of you coming undone right here, before we've hardly started." On the topic of things they like, anyway.
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His freer hand sweeps down, knuckles disappearing beneath the waistline at the small of her back, pushing pants down by an inch or two. But it's a very lazy gesture towards accomplishing this goal when she's on top of him like this, especially in contrast to what his other hand is doing, providing the blunt span of his palm for her to rub against, fingers pressing more intimately to see what other sounds she might make.
"I suppose not," he agrees, resting his head back. Eyes half hooded, arousal having a way of dulling the odd golden sheen to his eyes rather than sharpening it. "But I don't mind at all the thought of you coming undone right here, before we've hardly started." On the topic of things they like, anyway.