[ she doesn't shy away from watching him get undressed, the same way he often does to her; she's getting more strength back in her limbs and rises a little, holding herself up on her elbows as she looks him over, humming with a smile as he settles back next to her.
her fingers dance across his hip, kneading a little to feel the muscle, dragging a tease of that touch across his pelvic line without drifting lower. ]
And now — [ her hand raises to his chest, pushing enough to urge him to lay on his back again, her leg hoisting over to return to his lap as before, only this time, there aren't any layers to separate the connection of their skin, her thighs pressed tight to his.
her fingers curl around his length, stroking slowly as she looks him over from above. ] And now you tell me what you want. [ because she wants to hear it in his voice, the way he'd made her. ]
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her fingers dance across his hip, kneading a little to feel the muscle, dragging a tease of that touch across his pelvic line without drifting lower. ]
And now — [ her hand raises to his chest, pushing enough to urge him to lay on his back again, her leg hoisting over to return to his lap as before, only this time, there aren't any layers to separate the connection of their skin, her thighs pressed tight to his.
her fingers curl around his length, stroking slowly as she looks him over from above. ] And now you tell me what you want. [ because she wants to hear it in his voice, the way he'd made her. ]