[ It does belong to her. It's always belonged to her, ever since the first fumbling attempts. Sure, he's lost count of the number of people he's kissed since - some of which she's also kissed - but in the end they always belonged to her.
His hands slid into the water to take her hips, pulling her up further onto his laps. The warm water was delaying his body's reaction, but not by a whole lot - she could no doubt feel him stirring under her as she pressed against him, as he met that kiss with an answering hunger that soon bordered on desperate.
He wanted to tell her how badly he missed her, how badly he wanted her, but he didn't trust himself not to ruin it. So he answered, he reacted, but he left the driving force solely up to her.
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His hands slid into the water to take her hips, pulling her up further onto his laps. The warm water was delaying his body's reaction, but not by a whole lot - she could no doubt feel him stirring under her as she pressed against him, as he met that kiss with an answering hunger that soon bordered on desperate.
He wanted to tell her how badly he missed her, how badly he wanted her, but he didn't trust himself not to ruin it. So he answered, he reacted, but he left the driving force solely up to her.
She could take anything she wanted from him.
She always could. ]