He does not know what a gift he grants me with his words. My resolve hardens. I will prove myself worthy of him. I must.
My breath hitches somewhat as he kisses sensitive skin. He gazes at me, lovingly, and I stroke his hair back from his face, with all the relaxed languour I can muster.
We have time for sweet urgency. Perhaps I should move onto that portion of events at this juncture.
Reluctantly, missing his warmth on my chest, I disengage from him and move next to him on the bed, kneeling. I place a hand behind him, at the nape of his neck, aware of the intimacy of such a simple gesture. I smile, and gently push him backwards with my other hand, holding him safely, easing him down to lie flat on the bed.
I may now work his pants and underwear away from him, which is where they should be at all times, ideally.
I am, however, aware of the impracticality of such a wish.
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He does not know what a gift he grants me with his words. My resolve hardens. I will prove myself worthy of him. I must.
My breath hitches somewhat as he kisses sensitive skin. He gazes at me, lovingly, and I stroke his hair back from his face, with all the relaxed languour I can muster.
We have time for sweet urgency. Perhaps I should move onto that portion of events at this juncture.
Reluctantly, missing his warmth on my chest, I disengage from him and move next to him on the bed, kneeling. I place a hand behind him, at the nape of his neck, aware of the intimacy of such a simple gesture. I smile, and gently push him backwards with my other hand, holding him safely, easing him down to lie flat on the bed.
I may now work his pants and underwear away from him, which is where they should be at all times, ideally.
I am, however, aware of the impracticality of such a wish.