[Her touch doesn't feel to him like his touch feels to her, but it's welcome just the same. Bringing the hand that was curled above her waist up to rest at the base of her head, his fingertips sink into her hair. The other arm winds itself around her lower back.
She might feel the sensation of a synthetic breath from the chuckle he lets out at that. She's on the edge of her seat for him!]
How's that saying go, babe? About 'good things' and 'waiting'?
[At long last, he gets started, pressing a small peck to her neck. Each kiss after that is something else. They gradually become deeper, his impossibly soft lips leisurely caressing her skin, leaving light traces of a cold moisture behind them. He sticks to that languid pace; he isn't in any hurry. Other than the sound of a soft smack here and there, he's silent--for now. He wants to hear what she has to say.
He trails up to the nape of her neck. He gives it his firmest, most demanding kiss so far.]
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She might feel the sensation of a synthetic breath from the chuckle he lets out at that. She's on the edge of her seat for him!]
How's that saying go, babe? About 'good things' and 'waiting'?
[At long last, he gets started, pressing a small peck to her neck. Each kiss after that is something else. They gradually become deeper, his impossibly soft lips leisurely caressing her skin, leaving light traces of a cold moisture behind them. He sticks to that languid pace; he isn't in any hurry. Other than the sound of a soft smack here and there, he's silent--for now. He wants to hear what she has to say.
He trails up to the nape of her neck. He gives it his firmest, most demanding kiss so far.]