[ Her fingers twist in his hair, familiar in the way they tug and pull, and he lets them. He presses down against her, rolling his hips. A spark crawls up his spine. What heaviness lies in his heart, he puts it aside a little easier as he breathes in her scent.
He teases for awhile longer, watching the way she tenses under him, her breath catching. Eventually, he pauses at the hem of her silk bottoms. He tugs it past her hips, casting it aside.
His hand glides around her ankle, then up—coaxing her to make room for him between her legs before he brushes his lips over the inside of her thigh. ]
nsfw.
He teases for awhile longer, watching the way she tenses under him, her breath catching. Eventually, he pauses at the hem of her silk bottoms. He tugs it past her hips, casting it aside.
His hand glides around her ankle, then up—coaxing her to make room for him between her legs before he brushes his lips over the inside of her thigh. ]