[ His lips part, a silent pant as his breath catches. His cock throbs with need just from that careful, silken slide, and he can't help but roll his hips a little, grinding up into that aching tease of friction. His fingers curl against her thighs as he takes a stronger grip. ]
Trust me, I'm not complaining.
[ His eyes, though, are locked on her face, on the dark frame of hair cascading down her shoulders. Did he want to look at where their bodies just barely touched? Where his cock was leaking a line of precum as it strained to be taken? Sure, part of him did. But it wouldn't be anywhere near as sexually satisfying as watching that triumphant smug smirk on her face. Of the dark promising look in her eye. His fingers curled harder, nails just biting into flesh. ]
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Trust me, I'm not complaining.
[ His eyes, though, are locked on her face, on the dark frame of hair cascading down her shoulders. Did he want to look at where their bodies just barely touched? Where his cock was leaking a line of precum as it strained to be taken? Sure, part of him did. But it wouldn't be anywhere near as sexually satisfying as watching that triumphant smug smirk on her face. Of the dark promising look in her eye. His fingers curled harder, nails just biting into flesh. ]
I'd give up a hell of a lot more, to be here.