[Each word hits him hard, chipping away at his composure, his self-control. The thin slip of fabric between his hand and her suddenly feels like too much-- he wants to touch her-- he needs to touch her--
That wave of desire is so fiery, so insistent, that it makes him pause, taking stock of himself. Achingly hard, flushed just at this small touch, all he can think of is how badly he wants to claim her, to touch, to fill her up so that she won't be able to think of anything but him.
Her. It always comes down to that. He wants-- her, all of her, always.
And it's a big thought, slightly scary -- so he pushes that aside and pulls her closer instead, slipping his hand beneath her panties to touch her in earnest. He kisses her neck, long and slow, sucking up ruddy marks. Staking a claim. He's breathless as he murmurs,] Lie down.
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That wave of desire is so fiery, so insistent, that it makes him pause, taking stock of himself. Achingly hard, flushed just at this small touch, all he can think of is how badly he wants to claim her, to touch, to fill her up so that she won't be able to think of anything but him.
Her. It always comes down to that. He wants-- her, all of her, always.
And it's a big thought, slightly scary -- so he pushes that aside and pulls her closer instead, slipping his hand beneath her panties to touch her in earnest. He kisses her neck, long and slow, sucking up ruddy marks. Staking a claim. He's breathless as he murmurs,] Lie down.