Sometimes. Doesn't matter. Nothing matters, but that she keeps doing that. It's his turn to do some writhing, though there's nothing shameless about it. He's trying to stay still, and just give it back to her, but she's sodding beautiful and he can see everything, and she's all right with showing him.
'You're gorgeous,' he says, a simple statement for a simple fact, and one hand drops down to her hip. It grasps there to keep her steady as he matches her rhythm, and while she might find this 'easy', he's tensing up again already.
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Sometimes. Doesn't matter. Nothing matters, but that she keeps doing that. It's his turn to do some writhing, though there's nothing shameless about it. He's trying to stay still, and just give it back to her, but she's sodding beautiful and he can see everything, and she's all right with showing him.
'You're gorgeous,' he says, a simple statement for a simple fact, and one hand drops down to her hip. It grasps there to keep her steady as he matches her rhythm, and while she might find this 'easy', he's tensing up again already.