( That's all the green light he needs. He has been granted permission to cross the threshold, he's been given access that he intends to take full advantage of. The bodies around them are an inconsequential blur. The music sets a tempo he's happy to meet.
He tastes the sweat on her neck. Explores the shape of her shoulder blades with his fingertips. Finds the curve of her ribs, and then the hollow of her hips, and then the shape of her ass — all on their trajectory toward thighs, so he can grip and lift her like she weighs less than a god damn feather.
He lifts her, but doesn't seem to have any intentions on putting her down just yet. He wants her legs around his waist. He wants her face just a little over his, so he can angle his chin up and offer his lips as an invitation. )
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He tastes the sweat on her neck. Explores the shape of her shoulder blades with his fingertips. Finds the curve of her ribs, and then the hollow of her hips, and then the shape of her ass — all on their trajectory toward thighs, so he can grip and lift her like she weighs less than a god damn feather.
He lifts her, but doesn't seem to have any intentions on putting her down just yet. He wants her legs around his waist. He wants her face just a little over his, so he can angle his chin up and offer his lips as an invitation. )