Neil's eyes slid shut for a moment at those two words, momentarily caught in a strange place between painful arousal and something almost serene that had his breath rushing out of his lungs again in a rough, shaky sigh. The sudden touch of air against previously clothed skin had his eyes snapping open again--and she was right there, filling his vision, her breath filling his lungs.
He nodded slowly, again without thinking--not because it was easy to stop, but because he couldn't. He couldn't think around how badly he wanted her to keep going, how badly he wanted her to touch him...how badly he wanted to keep his hands where they were and not move because she didn't want him to.
Feeling the weight of her body, the heat of her pressed against him suddenly gone had his body tensing, hands clenching into fists, fighting the urge to reach for her--and fighting harder to keep still when her fingertips teased over that one tiny patch of stomach, nowhere near where he really wanted her hand...or her mouth, or the wet heat of her cunt wrapped around his aching cock...
His eyes slid shut again, stomach fluttering under the touch of her hand, his own still curled into fists, everything narrowing to those two words running through his head like a mantra, that too soft touch setting every nerve on fire, don't move don't move don't move--
With his eyes shut, the touch of her lips on his skin caught him off guard, body jerking reflexively again but remaining otherwise still. It was a twisted sort of relief to have that contact, soft wet heat of lips and tongue before the press of teeth and the pressure of her sucking a mark onto his skin. Everything in him went hot and liquid again, a familiar feeling of yielding that came whenever she branded herself onto his body.
Somewhere in the room, a low, breathless moan was hitching, humming through the air. It took Neil a moment to realize that he was the one making that sweet, desperate sound.
Re: 9/24 - around quarter to six
He nodded slowly, again without thinking--not because it was easy to stop, but because he couldn't. He couldn't think around how badly he wanted her to keep going, how badly he wanted her to touch him...how badly he wanted to keep his hands where they were and not move because she didn't want him to.
Feeling the weight of her body, the heat of her pressed against him suddenly gone had his body tensing, hands clenching into fists, fighting the urge to reach for her--and fighting harder to keep still when her fingertips teased over that one tiny patch of stomach, nowhere near where he really wanted her hand...or her mouth, or the wet heat of her cunt wrapped around his aching cock...
His eyes slid shut again, stomach fluttering under the touch of her hand, his own still curled into fists, everything narrowing to those two words running through his head like a mantra, that too soft touch setting every nerve on fire, don't move don't move don't move--
With his eyes shut, the touch of her lips on his skin caught him off guard, body jerking reflexively again but remaining otherwise still. It was a twisted sort of relief to have that contact, soft wet heat of lips and tongue before the press of teeth and the pressure of her sucking a mark onto his skin. Everything in him went hot and liquid again, a familiar feeling of yielding that came whenever she branded herself onto his body.
Somewhere in the room, a low, breathless moan was hitching, humming through the air. It took Neil a moment to realize that he was the one making that sweet, desperate sound.