Did you feel good? she wanted to ask, to clarify, but when he pressed his lips to her knuckles, she waited, giving him time to gather himself, or think, or whatever he needed from his silence. Besides, his kisses always felt like silk sliding against her skin, and she hadn't stopped being aroused because she'd called a temporary halt to the play.
Quiet and still, she watched him, her gaze tracing his furrowed brow and the lines beside his mouth. As always, his face fascinated her with its rugged beauty and bold expressions, and now, in this moment, it drew the fingers of her free hand, beckoning them to follow the path of her gaze--with every stroke of her fingerpads, she wrote confessions of her love into his skin.
It was only a moment, but she'd already lost herself in her study of his face when he spoke, and it took her a moment to orient herself. As she did, she turned her hand to cup his jaw again and her lips curved softly with a knowing smile. "It's chemistry, not magic." She didn't know what chemistry precisely, but she could learn, if she needed to. "Like after you had me in the shower."
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Re: 9/24 - around quarter to six
Date: 2018-10-25 04:37 am (UTC)Quiet and still, she watched him, her gaze tracing his furrowed brow and the lines beside his mouth. As always, his face fascinated her with its rugged beauty and bold expressions, and now, in this moment, it drew the fingers of her free hand, beckoning them to follow the path of her gaze--with every stroke of her fingerpads, she wrote confessions of her love into his skin.
It was only a moment, but she'd already lost herself in her study of his face when he spoke, and it took her a moment to orient herself. As she did, she turned her hand to cup his jaw again and her lips curved softly with a knowing smile. "It's chemistry, not magic." She didn't know what chemistry precisely, but she could learn, if she needed to. "Like after you had me in the shower."