He'd been so focused on her, he hadn't paid any attention to his own reactions… But the sound of his name (his real name—skies and hells, they'd better have caught all surveillance—and when in his life had that been the secondary concern—!?) in her voice, her breath, made him abruptly aware of his own knotted desire.
It was a bit of a shock to him. He was so good at ignoring himself, imagining himself away.
But of course, that was when it wasn't real. When he wasn't him. When he didn't mean it.
Now that it was, he was, he did… it made sense that how he felt would actually be…?
But it wasn't the most urgent thing. …It wasn't urgent at all. It would be amazing to address that with her—so amazing his breath stopped and he saw light behind his eyes. But it wasn't required. He could attend to himself or let it pass. If this were to be the end of things.
But this wasn't going to be the end. If she was still there with him and he had any say in it. No… first, at least once, he wanted her to come so hard she saw stars.
He braced himself to ride the waves with her. Lips and mouth and tongue, enveloping her, making her awash with wet and silk and warmth. And his fingers dipped and rubbed her gently just below. More silk and wet. And didn't press her—but stayed steady as her hips moved upon him, until one finger—its pad calloused and rough, its touch not rough at all—slipped inside.
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He'd been so focused on her, he hadn't paid any attention to his own reactions… But the sound of his name (his real name—skies and hells, they'd better have caught all surveillance—and when in his life had that been the secondary concern—!?) in her voice, her breath, made him abruptly aware of his own knotted desire.
It was a bit of a shock to him. He was so good at ignoring himself, imagining himself away.
But of course, that was when it wasn't real. When he wasn't him. When he didn't mean it.
Now that it was, he was, he did… it made sense that how he felt would actually be…?
But it wasn't the most urgent thing. …It wasn't urgent at all. It would be amazing to address that with her—so amazing his breath stopped and he saw light behind his eyes. But it wasn't required. He could attend to himself or let it pass. If this were to be the end of things.
But this wasn't going to be the end. If she was still there with him and he had any say in it. No… first, at least once, he wanted her to come so hard she saw stars.
He braced himself to ride the waves with her. Lips and mouth and tongue, enveloping her, making her awash with wet and silk and warmth. And his fingers dipped and rubbed her gently just below. More silk and wet. And didn't press her—but stayed steady as her hips moved upon him, until one finger—its pad calloused and rough, its touch not rough at all—slipped inside.