He likes that. He likes that push into his hand, and he likes watching her touch herself. His breath comes a little harder and he pushes up to meet her, keeping the rhythm, gripping her waist to keep her secure.
He knows what works for him. It's not being passive like this, unless he's forced to it, and he'd never let Tess do that.
'You look good.'
He smiles lazily and slips his hand between her legs, drawing fingers through the slick mess they've made already. He tangles them through hers at her clit, and leans forwards to flicker his tongue over her nipple.
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Date: 2016-11-18 11:46 pm (UTC)From:He knows what works for him. It's not being passive like this, unless he's forced to it, and he'd never let Tess do that.
'You look good.'
He smiles lazily and slips his hand between her legs, drawing fingers through the slick mess they've made already. He tangles them through hers at her clit, and leans forwards to flicker his tongue over her nipple.
'Keep going.'