[He flushes, cheeks to his neck, extending more neck with his head to the side as an offering. Perhaps it's answer enough, but he nods and, then remembering his words, adds:] Yes. Oh, yes. I love it.
[Everything she's doing, really. Watching her explore (all right, his eyes are closed, but feeling it) is absolutely lovely. No longer do her hands hesitate, her words no longer so soft.
She had a point, though. This is better, in some ways, without the herbs. This is her as she is. Unfettered.
It is getting harder. His fingers tangle with one another tighter, nails biting in.] You're doing wonderfully. I promise. That direction? A very good one. [He shifts his hips, inviting.] Yes, right. Down there.
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[Everything she's doing, really. Watching her explore (all right, his eyes are closed, but feeling it) is absolutely lovely. No longer do her hands hesitate, her words no longer so soft.
She had a point, though. This is better, in some ways, without the herbs. This is her as she is. Unfettered.
It is getting harder. His fingers tangle with one another tighter, nails biting in.] You're doing wonderfully. I promise. That direction? A very good one. [He shifts his hips, inviting.] Yes, right. Down there.